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Today, yesterday,
Those were the days.
New boots and civilized conversation.
That chance at sweet redemption.
And everytime I try to remember why.
Why not?
It is how I know you love me too.
It is accomplishments.
These days, with my hair tied back,
With my garter belt hitched up short,
I like to think about ex-boyfriends,
And if my torn up fishnets,
My lime-green, black striped stockings,
Would have caught their eye,
If we had never met.
I like to think the confidence in my step,
And the slope of my back,
Under my little black dress,
Would be reason enough.
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