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fried egg
on fire
simmer

 
orbiting 
orbs?
 

“Love is like a red, red rose!”

You sing to me.

twilight falls

And I fall in love

With your corny

Well used lines.

Like a pompous self-proclaimed Picasso

You paint me against the sunset

And the buzzing highways

And I

All mona-lisa -esque,

coy smiles and empty eyes

Play the grateful muse

In awe of your fidgety hands.

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