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Cut From The Same
Enough, to touch the hem of who you
are,
To discover how you're stitched
together,
To hold onto the threads which
compose you.
What makes you?
The way you cut and the way you are
cut.
A material of mine, designed to
clothe my frame,
I feel the subtle fabric of another like
me,
On you, I note the same fragile
embroidery
That I feel across my skin.
Now, richly robed, I keep you around
me
And will wear you eternally.
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