She looks like the girl next door.
Next door is an empty hangar
filled with burning sex dolls.
The smell is like creosote and
the inside of tennis balls.
Sometimes I slit a tennis ball
and push in a love note
before gluing it shut.
This week, every note read:
I think of you while bleeding from the eyes -
just two of the reasons why you should marry me
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