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Dec 2012
You were wearing that old sweatshirt
You know the one?
With the holes and the bleach stains?
You're were looking at me with those big blue eyes
And I was taken prisoner
You trapped me under that sweater
Under your skin
Under your eyelashes
And I was set free again
Into a new world
Where no one wears that sweater
Like you do.
Constance Alexandra
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Constance Alexandra  26/F/Halifax
(26/F/Halifax)   
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