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Jun 7
My favorite shirt is blue
Does that mean it’s my favorite color?
It’s not the shade of the sea, nor sky
It’s the hue of royalty without a crown
But I am not noble, and this shirt has long sleeves
I cannot wear it in summer, and it is no longer sold
I fear for the day it is laden with holes
It has begun to pill under the arms
When the fabric begins to thin, will I have to find a few favorite shirt?
Perhaps it will be the same shade of blue
Is it my favorite?
Written by
Dahlia Elina Mocke  22/F
(22/F)   
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