A dress of
memory wears a self
Embroidered
with smiles, rugged with sadness
Altered a
times to bring out the best shape,
Holed by the
times that transgressed to forgetness.
Hemmed down
also for a numbered times
So hides the
bares of beneath
Until the
day it needs to be peeled
To walk
naked, into the nothing ahead!
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