I'm not going to see You
for one whole week now
and by-god
I'm going to miss You.
But not the You I should miss
I'm going to miss the sweaty You,
tall, You
bald You,
unshaven, You
grazed You,
ugly You.
If the You I should miss
were to find this out
well
I'd be in trouble
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