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Feb 2013
you are the ugly sweater of this city
someone loved you once
back when you were new and sincere
and you got all stretched and worn
tossed in a box
donated
like your plasma
and you didn’t drink enough water
to ward off the pain
of how now the only love you can find
is in irony

and she calls you an ugly sweater
© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci
Jene'e Patitucci
Written by
Jene'e Patitucci  california
(california)   
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