Oh you...

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By Morgan Chapman •

Oh you... With your eyes and your dimples You are football and music to me. Oh you... Having big thoughts on all things between us You are sportsbars and fishing to me. Oh you... Being made of all things hopeful You are dead and nothing to me. Oh me... I am lost to myself and broken Your absence is torture to me.

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