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Bright spring afternoon,
she sits in the car smiling,
she now haunts my mind,

Her smiles as she laughs,
brown eyes like coconuts,
dying for a taste,

Morning sun, warm car,
text messages blowing up,
we ride the morning,

clowns together, laughs,
uplifting infectious souls,
now cuddles in arms,

the moon in the sky,
black streets dead as its roadkill,
she has left my sight,