i love that sweater that you wear
the one that was obviously not always yours
because it comes down almost to your knees
and it's slowly tearing apart at the seamit's not just the sweater i love
no
it's the way you pull it over your hands when you're upset or embarrassed
well
that paired with the reddish tint in your cheeks.my favorite is when you sit alone though
you pull your knees to your chest and look like you wish that your sweater could just swallow you
you want to be engulfed in warmth and comfort
and that's all i want to give you.
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