Just material stitched to be worn
But my, how you looked oh so fine
A dress that stirred memories buried
Of a person forgotten by time
To see such a colour dancing wildly
Like a rampant flame untamed by desire
To touch like surfing an ocean
But no water to extinguish this fire
Of the wearer I am none the wiser
The face lost to the past in my mind
But occasionally dreams do wander
And it's the pink dress they always find.
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