My jacket
constricts
my arms the
way
that song
wraps around
my gut and
squeezes
the way
I hear it
and
close my
eyes and
my pillow is
all
wet.
It’s cold
and my
jacket
constricts the way
my Happiness
kills me a
little inside
every
time
I see those
beautiful
almond eyes.
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