Outsider
I really did place a plastic bubble
Resting on a rooftop of tar and trouble
Suffocating the air from a pink, perfumed bug
In agony over that final hug
Memorializing with retrowishes
Replaying silent, moving whispers
Of soft hugs and warm and wet kisses
Cheap whitewash fades me to the lowest recess
To blaze like a Phoenix -- for all lovers are blessed
When love is reborn and renewed.
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