Palms

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you’re out-

of your good looks

there’s no more around

it’s run out now

no more squirming through

no more just being you

oh-

rain falls

what else would it do?

Sun  shines

Just not on you-

You’re out---of luck

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she comes,

you come,

but it’s different-

but she-

can’t tell-

yet-

and you won’t tell her-

…

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so you leave her

and she moves on

and you remember only good

but if you’d ask her

you’d know

that she’ll never ever ever ever

let you go-oooooooooooooo

GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO WAAAAA AAAAAAH.

FACE CRACKS WITH LONELINESS

TIME PEELS BACK

MY FACE

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