she had my finger curled around the belt loop of her jean skirt
because she didn't want to lose me
but she doesn't have that old skirt anymore
and my fingers no longer crave to feel denim
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Puisian effort to define myself disguised as a poetry collection on the internet. updates when inspiration strikes. (each poem may or may not include a painting that may or may not be related to the poem. all paintings will have the artist and title and...
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she had my finger curled around the belt loop of her jean skirt
because she didn't want to lose me
but she doesn't have that old skirt anymore
and my fingers no longer crave to feel denim
