The Thrift Shop Dresses
I slid the white louvers shut so I could stand in your closet
a little while among the throng of flowered dresses
you hadn't worn in years, and touch the creases
on each of their sleeves that smelled of forgiveness
and even though you would still be alive a few more days...
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