You're that red shirt,
That I loved to wear.
You hugged me
and held me.
You fit perfectly.
You're those old jeans
That I loved so much.
Holes in the hems,
and stains in the knees.
You're those white shoes,
Blackened by time.
The ones that jingled with each step.
You're the clothes
from years gone by.
The ones I gave away,
'cause they don't fit anymore
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