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Jan 2018
put me on
as you would a shirt,
your hands
reach inside of me,
your head
the center of my heart,
I fit snug against
your belly and
caress your back
with every movement,
my fabric soothes you
each motion you make
pulls my weave tighter
and secures our bond,
my color suits you
choose me each and
every morning
I'll be your armor,
take me off
with the greatest care
press and fold me,
let me rest my
seamly soul
next to your
til the day
turns you
Written by
Zaynub Elshamy
90
   Keith Wilson
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