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Apr 26, 2024
Give me the pullover that he once had worn, I love to wear it though I know it’s torn.
18 years gone, while it’s kept down in bed, By now silver fish must have kissed its every thread.
A moth must have cut many holes out of it, Only I know how much I adore wearing it.
Dull, outdated, howsoever oversized it may be, Putting it on brings me closer to thee.
Its threads smell of naphthalene, As I breathe, the aroma pierces deep within.
For all I am wearing an old pullover that once belonged to you, But to me it feels as if I am hugging you.
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