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A lunatic in Love

She calls my eyes mysterious

My therapist calls them depressed

I say she’s schizophrenic

See says she’s underdressed

They ask us how we met

She left it for me to address

“From one lunatic to the other-“

“In your mind?”

-“Be my guest.”

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paul-rousseau

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Published: Mar 5, 2012
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