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Dear: Mooneyes
I’m not head-over-heels
for you anymore
In fact, my sperrys have gotten
stuck in the mud
And the color, cerulean blue,
stopped looking so pretty to me
and now I’m sitting in my pew at church
thinking about how
your eyes can pierce into mine
And I keep thinking
that there must be something
more than this
This colossal train
is heading nowhere
Since I can’t find any electrolytes
I’ll just settle for this dress
ripping me apart
The correlation doesn’t make
flowers like you anymore
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