and a nameless girl turned my head.
She glided on the pavement, while my
heart slowly filled with crimson lead.
With her Daisy Dukes, pixie nose,
and raspberry lips I'll recall for days,
she set the trap I so often avoid.
And now I want to write her plays!
I wandered around to see her again,
to see if maybe I could light up her skies.
But I had left my glasses in the past,
and I could not see into her soft, colorless eyes.
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