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Dec 2014
i haven’t worn your sweatshirt

in 6 months

it’s found it’s home

tucked inside my drawer 
but
im without a home;

finding somewhere warm

and one day ill take it out

slip my arms through the holes

head out the top and
think about 
somewhere long ago

and i don’t even know

where we began

so i slip it all the way on

when im ready to begin again
isabella
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isabella  tejas
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