Maybe it was a cloud
In your eyes the sky turned gray
My eyes in sight
For it is not a tear
The sky is blue
Your eyes shrink like blue jeans
My eyes sting
They have both dried
Maybe it was a dream
Maybe my brain is tumbled and empty
Faded and washed
Otherwise I would have never forgotten
Maybe I have a shell
A hard impenetrable beetle shell
Of outgrown clothes
A toddler reaching for the ceiling
Why can't I wear your blue jeans< br/>

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