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Jun 2021
Woven from wool
is a sweater
she gave to me.
Our love so minuscule
is in this sweater
“Wear it not freely.
I don’t want you to drool
every time our sweater
reminds you of me.
But loose it not,
Remember only the love
which hadn’t wrought.”
Written by
Rollercoaster  14/M/belongs to the rain
(14/M/belongs to the rain)   
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