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March 6, 2005 - A poem about Love

Wear Me Out.

Stitch me,
like a badge -
line me up like a label
on your sleeve.

Carry me like
mother’s day flowers,
arranged and parading life
and love for all to see.

Let me, cling like dust
to the weave and fold of you,
raised against your thread and hold.
Upon the arms of we.


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