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Look me in the eyes and tell me
This isn't what you wanted.
Fresh like new graves I still feel our first kiss.
Perhaps if we were still new as well?
Nothing poetic about the atypical two
We were unsymmetrical, we were special.
Abusive, like we told everyone with smiles.
I miss your smile, now that you mention it.
Only five days separate us.
I refuse to look, or speak, or acknowledge you.
If you don't want us; I've too much pride
I babble about nothing and so I left
You frustrate me with my own ideas,
It's different when it's you.
I'll miss you, always will.
Five days till I find you and
Recall the taste of you on my lips.
5-20-08
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