Ten fingertips scratch the comforter
Of my dingy, twin-sized cot
Alone in this endeavor
Alone, and left to rot.
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These eyes of mine are bleeding
It's scary as can be
I don't remember, in my existence
A cloak so stained with tea.
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Her shawl flapped like a feather
As she strode the sandy walk
Blotches of Chamomile, that made me smile
Really got us both to talk.
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Her laughter was a bubble
My mind needed a muzzle
She touched my shoulder twice
My heart needed ice.
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She left me in a hurry
My eyes got really blurry
She gotta get back to her hubby
But it was really nice to meet me
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Never got her number
Never got her name
Only know her freaking shawl was freaking tea-stained.