seems cheesy
The finger pointing is not
The moon but a finger
Compulsively wiping only
One cheek, soiled half
off-center fiber,
How I love thee, let me count the ways
A guy in a dream I was
Scared of was kind. He held me
Aching back upper and lower.
I almost forgot my flute
School principal on the intercom:
"Don't take yourself so seriously"
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