Eyes closed tightly,
your image burned brightly
into my retinas. Arm burned
recently, by your careless
cigarette. Love is a funny thing,
I always mean it, until I say it.
I love you sounds so funny to me,
so hard to take seriously. I wrote
this poem to explain why I laughed
at you, I'm sorry, but I love you still
sounds funny to me.
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