sexpistolen
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather
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summerrysummer
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if you are gone
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all the summer romances we never had
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a night that they never forget
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the calendar loses a precious component.
the remaining months gather to mourn.
the mourners play a melody,
while the eleventh moon quietly rises.
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the chrysanthemum withers and falls,
to lie on the ground beside bloody scarlet eyes.
but you will remain supreme.
even after losing half your limbs.