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Her Laughter Between Us
When I see her beside you,
smiling the smile
I once thought was mine,
I do not hate her.
I hate the shadow
you cast between us,
the wall of secrecy
that grew where honesty
should have lived.
You chose not to wound me
with words,
and so you wounded me
with shadows.
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