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Dec 2021
I sat by my wardrobe,
the last season, dim-witted clothes,
waving and flashing
to my face.

I took down a bright orange jumpsuit
packed it with lacquer boots
in a trunk that has
a label on it: 'Shipped to Shawn's Place'.

So I guessed they should be the last pieces
that had our wedding kiss.
Jemevic
Written by
Jemevic  20/F/Malaysia
(20/F/Malaysia)   
80
   Benzene
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