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Both of my eyes are closed, leaning off a blintz,

so i can't recall a single of my disappointments,

are these girls copies or truly unique prints?

all have left me barely standing with shin splints,

it makes it less awkward when i pretend this

memory i recall of me being her prince

never really happened, it's a dream, i wince,

wash it off and repeat, then say goodbye with a rinse,

i'm committing crimes with these written lines,

in sync with my thoughts, write when i hear the chimes,

never go back to those good ole times,

that's a crime i always break, sometimes,

saw all the previous warning signs,

that i was soon to be walking over live mines,

to get to spend a summer flind combines

with the perfect way to spend a summer time.