My verse is like
a bespoke set of clothes,
fit the thing that counts
Each article worn,
new memories born,
to tighten or let out
My head to my toes,
its covering goes,
whose message spoken clear
To tailor new moments,
each stitch a new thread
—bench made to endear
(The New Room: April,2021)
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