Never Outworn

This detergent is all you,
All over my hair, all in the stitches of my skin,
I’m all over your heart,
And mine’s been tumble-dried, left out to dry,
Compressed, ironed, and even lost at the laundry room
Washed and rubbed and ruined,
Stained and abandoned, then found,
And would do it all over again, for that same smell of
You on my sleeves.

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