There's Always an Exception

March 2, 2009
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Flushed, indie girls are bitter,
Turquoise spots and blisters,
Under their scarves.

Lucky I'm not one of them,
Voice like rust and occasional phlegm,
Lucky I don't own fashionable ashtrays,
But you'd still love me anyways.

Blushed, emo boys are tender,
Grey stripes and cankers,
Under their bandanas.

Lucky you're not one of them,
Voice like gravity and constant phlegm,
Lucky you don't buy me bouquets,
But I'd still love you anyways.

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