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Sep 2018
I miss that shirt
Every
Single
Day
I miss the way it wrapped around me
I miss the way it touched my skin
I miss the way it fit perfectly
I miss the way it was all I needed and more
But I threw it away
Because I didn't care
Because I was reckless and stupid
That was a one of a kind shirt
Something special
To be treasured and loved
And appreciated
But now it's gone
And there's nothing I can do
But mourn at its absense
And regret it
Every
Single
Day.
Elizabeth Burns
Written by
Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   Willoughby and Timothy
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