things I have been thinking about

Jeans

Love jeans,
love means,
love seems.
I used to love-
to watch you walk.
Walk away.
That nine looking sway.
Say,
Did I listen to you?
Did I know your heart?
Did it go the way you thought?
We love gleam.
We love mean.
See it all in the jeans.




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