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I envy her. I'd write that she changes lovers as often as her clothes, but I've seen her hold on to clothes much longer. I envy her. She knows love straight out of a Vogue editorial. The kind where models wear only jeans and ****** each other with their polished, photoshopped beauty and ****** eyes. Then you see the same models somewhere else, seducing some other model, and wonder how their brains can keep up the oxytocin demand. I envy her. My lover and I, we're full of holes, like my father's light blue Levi's from the eighties. I don't envy her. We're full of holes, my love and I, but full of patches because a good pair of jeans are worth mending when they fit you like a glove.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Old Jeans
I envy her. I'd write that she changes lovers as often as her clothes, but I've seen her hold on to clothes much longer. I envy her. She knows love straight out of a Vogue editorial. The kind where models wear only jeans and ****** each other with their polished, photoshopped beauty and ****** eyes. Then you see the same models somewhere else, seducing some other model, and wonder how their brains can keep up the oxytocin demand. I envy her. My lover and I, we're full of holes, like my father's light blue Levi's from the eighties. I don't envy her. We're full of holes, my love and I, but full of patches because a good pair of jeans are worth mending when they fit you like a glove.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
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