You tell yourself you don't want it,
anyway, that everyday everything
everyone else esteems so highly, it's
not for you, so you left the door open
and it walked out years ago. But then
a whisper tumbles into something sort of
curiously hopeful, and maybe it's okay,
maybe there's some way you can be weird
in white for just one day. You shake it off,
stamp it down, cover your mouth but still
the secret smile gives you away.
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