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It's not a joke if you choke at the thought of it |
| Eyes closed tightly, your image burned brightly into my retinas. Arm burned recently, by your careless cigarette. Love is a funny thing, I always mean it, until I say it. I love you sounds so funny to me, so hard to take seriously. I wrote this poem to explain why I laughed at you, I'm sorry, but I love you still sounds funny to me. |