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My owl eyes blink lazily at you
Cradling my head
On a crown of misfortune
The softness of your grey sweatpants
The gentleness of your let down
The sweet, sweet misery that invades my heart
Your bare hand against my breast
Does it intrigue you?
Does it distract you?
The tinkle of coins in my pocket
The gossip that blues your ears
Youth, you flew!
Lost in a puddle of mud
Brown, red, blue
You
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