but now he's just
somebody
that she used to
know
and she's just a
speck
on his rearview
mirror
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Poetryhis hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (jus...
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but now he's just
somebody
that she used to
know
and she's just a
speck
on his rearview
mirror
