As I heard you rummage around the attic, my soul-hidden in the seams and fold and stitches- was experiencing a strange feeling no jacket should have felt. I was giddy and scared. I wanted to cry out to you but hide from you in the same time. I imagined my cheek (if i had one) would blush and I'd skitter (if I could move) around nervously as you unveiled one box after another in this dusty purgator
Jacket
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