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Dear Lovely

Dear Lovely


You have your mother's eyes;

But the world is telling you

That they are not big enough

So you despair

And you envy

The doe-eyed beauties

That you see on the covers of your books.

But lovely,

Do you not see that your eyes shine bright

Like the sun on a balmy, summer day

And maybe, the reason you cannot see this

Is that you are too busy

Lighting up the room

To see the radiance on your face.

The Dead Don't Care

The Dead Don't Care

Spring

Spring