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Visual interpretation of "The jacket you wore all last": The jacket you wore all last; year

No. 047

November 15, 2024·9 lines·1 min read

The jacket you wore all last

Because she feels the same.

The jacket you wore all last year Suddenly feels too puffy, Even as it turns cold In the mornings before school. Until you see your sister shiver Because she feels the same.

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The jacket you wore all last

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In the mornings before

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