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You must have been a butterfly in a past life.
  I bought you these real silk pajamas:
            tonight you will wear them to bed
                          and in the morning you will tell me
          what it is like to be born with wings for the second time.

And when you put on my holey woolen gloves:
       maybe you will help me understand the terrible desire:
                               that often consumes me
                (and most importantly.. what would I like to do with your clothes..??)