Fingerless Gloves
They're falling out of me, written not for you
In record volume, poems, verses, colored through and through
Pastels of softest blue, my heart now on display
Reefs of coral pink, in glorius array
Wistful yellows, minty greens, all do testify
How deep my inner musings go, it's easy to see why
The object of my affection, like none I ever knew
The recipient of tender phrases, written not for you
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