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Dec 2010
These frayed jeans know you very well.

As every tear became a hole
and every hole exposed my knees,
you ripped them apart some more
they now looked like your jeans.

These frayed jeans know you very well.

They hung on a hook, in a box for a home,
with blankets for a bed,
where love was made
like it's never been invented.
Written by
Cielo Gebilaguin  Naga City
(Naga City)   
603
   Alicia Hubert
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