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My unworn dress
This morning, I played an old record
- the one you always turned off
Just to hear the music with my own ears
It had as much dust
As all the mornings I didn't listen to it
Because your ears didn't want to
Last night I wore that dress, the one you don't like
Just to see how it suits me
- through my own eyes
And when you saw me
you told me I was beautiful
Friday 12th March 2021 6:01 pm
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