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There once was a day when we both wore stripes Distinct lines that undeniably connected us to each other. Mine had already shifted to black. Yours were still a light gray – Soft and subtle. Now I watch you stand on your own. Head held high with understated confidence. Be it sincere or feigned, doesn't matter. You're clad in plaid – Infused with the stripes and lines embracing you all around as contributing designers silently admire in awe. The black tee underneath — the closest visible cloth to your heart — pulls it all together. You keep it concealed and dear, Yet show enough to share. Constant reminder. We all know it's the reason we're here. There will come a day When your whole ensemble is painted With every hue and shape imaginable. The influences of past, present, and future All melded into one stunning garment - The monarch knows no such splendor. Soon enough, the black tee will be cast to the side and long forgotten - Inevitably replaced with an everlasting warm embrace. Never again will I hear you say, "I hate change."
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
Stripes to Plaid
There once was a day when we both wore stripes Distinct lines that undeniably connected us to each other. Mine had already shifted to black. Yours were still a light gray – Soft and subtle. Now I watch you stand on your own. Head held high with understated confidence. Be it sincere or feigned, doesn't matter. You're clad in plaid – Infused with the stripes and lines embracing you all around as contributing designers silently admire in awe. The black tee underneath — the closest visible cloth to your heart — pulls it all together. You keep it concealed and dear, Yet show enough to share. Constant reminder. We all know it's the reason we're here. There will come a day When your whole ensemble is painted With every hue and shape imaginable. The influences of past, present, and future All melded into one stunning garment - The monarch knows no such splendor. Soon enough, the black tee will be cast to the side and long forgotten - Inevitably replaced with an everlasting warm embrace. Never again will I hear you say, "I hate change."
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
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