Maybe it was a cloud
In your eyes the sky turned gray
My eyes in sight
For it is a road not a tear
The sky is blue
Your eyes shrink like blue jeans
My eyes sting< br/>They have dried both twice
Maybe it was a drought
Maybe my brain is tumbled & it md
Faded & washed
Otherwise I would never have forgotten
Maybe I have a shell
A hard impenetrable beetle shell
Out of grown clothes
A small child reaching for the ceiling
Why don't I wear your sheets ¥jeans?

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