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And Yet.

Soft, solid,
complex. Blue eyes
to drown in. “Love
me the way I (always
have, always will)

love you,” is my sincere,
reactionary request,
my fully-conscious,
constitutional effect
immune to the answer.

Though she is not
in the vaguest
sense what I am,

we somehow share
so much. Not made
for, though no less
we are perfect

for one
another, we need
one another. We both
know it, and yet…

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