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[poem] for she who doesn't know
"for she who doesn't know"
friendship is all well and fine
but i wanna hold your hand
everytime i'm near you
i know your touch
even if i'm looking the other way
i've grow used to your smell, your smile
as different as we are, you voice
fools me into thinking otherwise
i'd sing a song of you
but i dont know the words
there is the nagging inside me
but i don't know how to ask
i don't know where you stand
or why you're hiding there
i know how pain feels, true and harsh
but for it come from you . . .
i know nothing of love, any lust
but there's something more here
for you and your thoughts
around you i'm my truest and fakest
all in one thought, wondering
where to go and how to get there
wishing you'd speak up
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[Technically, I'm not possible, I'm made of exceptions. ]
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