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    The Dress

    You run your hands down the
    Silky red cloth and think about
    How it will feel against the heat
    Of your body 
    dream of its shape and 
    Contour swinging in time 
    With your heart and 
    in the beginning
    It is all you think to wear
    Your stories intertwine so well
    that you miss the tears 
    Until the seams come apart
    And you are left with 
    Pieces that no longer fit

    By Jacqueline Mcmechen