you told me (once)
my hair
looked
like an angel.
i dare you to see me now,
take your picture
just like this
of my ragged heart and
try to remember
you did this.
do you regret me?
i review the stars
you left some
in
my eyes
and the way
you laughed
that night
under the trees
in massachusetts i
cried so hard
the branches fell down
around me, so
tell me (now)
how i look. do
i look like an angel
to you?
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