Dear long dark hair
I write 'cause I know you'll forget
You could be
Sea green in a waste basket tomorrowNo repulsions for
My premature indulgences
If you can't recall a word I saidAnd I like those cheekbones
That crooked nose
No, those fellas stick around too long
Perpetuating every pathetic word that I skew
Into songShe was my trophy shelf of slip-ups
My untamed hormonal Loch Ness shit-show
On late night rotation
For months on endA brick-boot swimming lesson
In the deep end of my adolescence
Scrawling notes on the backs of my handsBut I'll start fresh with you
Extracting the rusted
Attachments keeping the diehard nuts, bolts, and screwsWe'll go from square one
With the wit of an old pro
And you can fill in the gaps
With whatever you knowMy long, dark hair
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