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no. 13 (frills are fake)

my mom gave me a lovely pair of pajama bottoms

sewn from baby pink satin

with cream lace edges.

 

i loved to wear those frilly little shorts

day and night and night and day

until i realized something not-so-lovely.

 

they soon became a lacy representation

of your see-through personality

with the way my ******* showed through.

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