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i dreamed up a love song
sung in unison
by five pretty boys
from me to you
the other night
in paint-splattered,
flowered sheets,
lit by a halfhearted moon
i composed a sonnet
of perfect grace
techno beat in the background
a mellow guitar
and five well-tuned tenors
the other night
i lay in bed
and tried to write it down
but the following morning
the words were smudged by my tears
and i couldn't remember them anymore
and i know
that you would say
that the world doesn't need any more love songs
anyway