i am clean.
my eyes, washed free of makeup.
my skin soaks up the lotion.
i am blind.
i take out my eyes, the objects blur.
and i, in the mirror, i am beautiful to myself.
i am sore.
my muscles ache, my arms are weak,
my skin is icy, my heart is sick.
in my head, the highway is desolate.
your love always stays the same.
sunflowers are always in season.
and the chocolate melts on my tongue(quickly).
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