Armoire
Open me up
and take what you need,
bare my soul to cover yourself,
store your dirty discarded ensembles
and bury me in the mess of days
and the life that makes you
too neglectful to clean and
organize me.
My love, I picked you
for one purpose and one purpose alone,
to store the coverings of my body,
smell my perfume when I am gone,
a reminder that you and you alone
hold what the rest of the world
will never see.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 10:23
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