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I slip on my dress

blue silk of the richest kind

cool and refreshing

but the gown has a

tear;

I noticed it only upon

trying it on

you brush at my cheek

with your

fingertips

smooth and cold

it almost makes me blind

it is you that come to mind

when I slip on my silken dress

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