My Underwear
I can not wear without..
I can not wear only…
Even when I m lonely…
Its clean its clear…
Like a polar bear…
That's my underwear.
I remember my first in standard 2nd…
Nevy blue m shape but tight…
Most difficult to wear it at night..
When I got that……
felt like fether In hat..
jut like that.
Today I have eight……
2 grey,4 white and 2 black….
But still feels great ………..
When I see my rack……
I have done my journey from lux to jockey..
and surfer to jack n jones ….
But still keep tagged the new owns.
I keep them for a month can say..
I search to wear them on some special day…
(sahil)
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