Stockings from Amsterdam
You're in my flesh
I'm left in yours
There's a part of you in my eyes
cheek, hair, crinkled expression and whisper
You'll never leave me
until one day you do
And then I'll always know
that from you I was born
and from Amsterdam you brought me stockings
Stockings covered in polka dots
That will never change
even when everything else does
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