The place is a mess
I'm no better
All these crazy thoughts
I need to confess
And your sweet face
Shines on through
My loneliness
Your crooked teeth
And your pinkness
Those things you hate
And I adore
That image of you
In your summer dress
Those thoughts and more
I hang onto
In my moments
Of seeming emptiness
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