Warmth

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Dressing up for a party,
the thrill of a new gown,
stitched for a friend's wedding.
Going to work,
in professional attire,
feels good.
But your heart still longs
for the worn, familiar black t-shirt.

Its fabric, almost faded,
has seen so much—
like the soul wrapped within it.
Lipstick stains,
flecks of foundation,
the scent of your favorite pasta,
and drool from sleepy nights.

It’s weathered countless days,
through laughter and tears,
stretched and pulled,
yet never torn.
Each thread tells a story—
of resilience, of comfort,
of all the moments
woven into its seams.

Who is your eternal love?
Without hesitation,
it's the black t-shirt—
nourishing you with
unconditional warmth,
even after thousands of washouts.

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