I miss you so much I imagine your shape
As a concavity in our couch
You said your ticket was one-way
And got on your stupid plane
And I imagined an arrow shot from my heart
Forever on its way away
You were sharp and skinny and right
A boy made out of rulers
But your angles fit right into all
My imagined indentations
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