Do you remember purple stripe smearing
Tears that crinkled as they bled the colors
Of your stupid ninja turtle sheets
Goodbyes to match the weather
Outside the trees bent to fate’s command
Our hearts perfect without pockmarks
Unaware of the months to come
The lonely tides that ripped us out to a sea
Of frothy closing time drinks
The pretty shore
Taunts us
With what we used to be
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