anymore
when i meet you again
on the boulevard.
don't
look so fine, don't smell
so nice.
don't be cruel like that.
be kind
and pay no mind to how
you look when you
leave the house.
don't fix your hair,
your face, wear all the
things i never liked.
please don't look pretty
anymore. it's not fair
when it's not me you're
going to meet,
like we used to on a
summer night.
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