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Apr 2017
I wore that shirt
Today
The one
You once told me
You liked.
Crimson
With holes
In the shoulders.
But when I
Slipped it
Over my head
I thought only of the
Fabric on my skin
Instead of
The words that
You said.
2/26/17
Lillian Harris
Written by
Lillian Harris  22/F/Boston, MA
(22/F/Boston, MA)   
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