Black holes.
Unraised moles.
Let's just call them freckles.

Hair cut.
Part left.
Happy on the West Coast.

Coat fell.
Heart swells.
Draped across the sofa.

Sleep well.
I feel [bad word] me forever.

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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.
Think about the things I'm glad I left out,
...
Some things are best left unsaid