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Black holes, un-raised moles
Let's just call them freckles
Haircut, heart left
Happy on the West Coast
Coat fell, heart swells
Draped across the sofa
Sleep well
I feel you've ruined me forever
I don't want to sound trite but you were perfect
The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic
I wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis
The way I flail my arms in front of you it just embarrasses
I'll never turn my body clock back
And think about the things I'm glad I left out
Some things are best left unsaid