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This poem won’t say I love you.
I’m too scared that it’s really true. This poem won’t say you’re perfect. I don’t know your defects. This poem’s not about your skills, Or how your touch gives me chills. This poem won’t address your grin, Or how it makes my heart stop within. I told you I don’t write love poetry, No matter how much you mean to me.
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