hello,
hello my friend,
how you surprise me everytime,
gently on my jeans,
you lie gently and carefree,
conspicous and clean,
unstained from this gritty world,
your my only escape to freedom,
while you travel from my jeans and into my brain,
o little white clad snowflake
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