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October 31, 2007

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And it’s all those damn “dudes”

That makes you giddy

The negligence that convinces you

You’re not pretty

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The oohs and aahs

You do receive

Are as boring to you as

The air you breathe

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Why you lust

The boy you know not much about

One of the few that

Notice you now

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You’ll always be beautiful

And intelligent to me

But excused like the head you look over

In the front theater seat

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You cast those stares

At the preferred sex

I’d change myself for you to

Love you best

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The tears you shed

Upon my shirt

Your dependence on me

To not get hurt

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Leaning in the wall

Like the pool of dreams

You don’t know how calm

Or serene you seem

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And it’s that goddamn auburn gaze

That gets caught in my throat

And those delicate circles on stage

I’ve grown to love the most

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The sway of those familiar hips

I have seen before

And like I have something

I plead for more