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You’re an old sweater
I wear in any weather–
the one I keep in the
far side of my dresser.
The one I always grab
and let my self wrap
with your sultry scent—
feeling myself being trap.
You keep me safe and warm
in the middle of this storm,
I hugged around the wool,
and I feel no any harm.
You may be an old sweater
but I feel so much safer,
You may be torn and worn out,
but I wouldn’t trade for any other
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Lovely!❤️
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🤗❤️ you’re lovely. Thank you!
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You too…❤️
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Nice poem!
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Hey thanks 🤗
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I felt so cozy, safe and warm reading this — great poem!
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The sweater weather I’m experiencing right now inspired me with this one. 😄 Thank you! 🤗
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Beautifully written !
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Thank you so much Era 🤗
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🤗😊
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Where is my sweater? 😅 Kidding aside, this feel so chill yet really good 😊❤️
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Thank youu 🤗
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This is beautiful✨🧡 I love the way you write🍂 xx
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Tha k you so much 🥺❤️❤️
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Beautiful piece ❤️
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🤗 thanks
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I like this one; i like poetry that celebrates the everyday like sweaters, socks, teacups, pencil sharpeners
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Thanks! 😊
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Nice.
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Thanks! 😊
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