......... the ghosts
Of all my life's cheerleaders
Gathered in my kitchen
While i fried my eggs
"you know i hate to be watched" I chided,
As my yolks broke
I've gazed at the moon
Wearing blue lenses
While the beautiful sunsets
Faded behind me
Thought happy was a dial you set
And left, a pirate frequency
no one clued me into
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