Son of a Seamstress

Alone,taking patterns and materialto sew colors that only yourlove can express. Quietlychoosing the right emotionsand threading your soulcarefully. I’ve mistaken your happinesswhen you smiled,while wearing the shirt you made.Some of the buttons have gone missing nowand there are holes and stains all over. You rush to fix it. I don’t see anything wrong— the love […]

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