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.