Dress

I lay next to him,

Naked.

Wearing the dress he gifted along with the proposal,

Expectations.

Covering with a shear with embroidered Roses and petals,

Emotions.

Trapping all sorts of secretions from my body,

Freedom.

Change might be eternal except this one thing,

Dress.

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