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Can’t With Jeans

Although simple,
it’s hard to find a comfortable pair of jeans.

Stitched fabric, threaded and tucked denim,
with enough room to perfectly fit whatever I need.
Offbeat and relaxed.

There’s something nostalgic about good fitting jeans
the folds and creases,
bulges of the happiness you provide.

With ordinary jeans, I just can’t.

Although simple, I carry you with me everywhere I go.
Back right pocket—my identity, my currency,
my most important thing.

Stitched and kept close,
no matter how big the rip.

With ordinary jeans,
there just isn’t enough support.

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