you know the one
a cotton dress
that slips up as easy as a breath
black
embroidered short
way beneath that look
you know the one
the one you hang there some days
white
long an unembroidered
hair
black
skin
white
eyes
blue
thoughts as red as
bloody hell
that dress lies crumpled
behind a smile so wide
that welcome is not the word
but oh
come on now
you know the one
you always wear it
for me
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