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She's so close to me in my thoughts,
But still so far away, Touching my heart, so fragile, Each and everyday. She sends a tingling sensation through my delicate skin, Something I'm scared of, But something I don't want to end. She's my misery, as well as bliss, A mixture of in between, My last devotion, my only devotion, Something no one's ever seen. She's the tears of mine, that never seem to fall, A reflection of something, Me, Which is simply nothing, Nothing at all. She's love, A curse bestowed upon my thoughtless mind, Provoking a cynic wrapped in thorned vines, But she's love.
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