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Tried it on first, made sure

no overly loose sleeves,

changing room locked,

right as a coffin.

My limbs like fingers,

grab onto cloth,

eager to drop

shirts that shrink after one wear,

jeans missing brilliant fashion

designer cuts in each leg- price paid

long before lining up at the self-checkout.

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{Chapter 2} 

Hues of Autumn by Richard LeDue >