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my shirt

You were wearing my shirt
and I wanted to tell you
how incredible it made
you look.
The feeling of your arm
rubbing against
those sleeves
reminded me of
how good it felt
to have you so close.

The way my shirt fits you
it was like you
were meant to have it.
Walking around SM,
all I saw was you.
And I realized
right there and then,
I was ready to let you
have my skirts, too.

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