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I can look at you now
And see you as my friend
But,
It is my heart
That stops
And remembers you as my love,
It thinks, But wait
Am I not in love with this man?
It holds on to this memory of you
And tries to tell the rest of me.
About the Creator
Katheleen
Just what is wholly unsayable.
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