Pretty New Things

I think that I'll go

And look for some pretty new things

To fill the void of beauty you left

Perhaps a newly bloomed rose

The color of your pink lips

Or bluebells to match your eyes

Lillies that rival your blue-white teeth

Or a breeze like your breath in my ear

But everything is a shadow

For all looks like a faded photograph

Sounds like a scratchy record

Feels like a numb limb

When compared to you

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