Amour Douloureux

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You'll never openly understand what
I look like, because we'll never truly meet.

Before you,
I was nothing but another bundle
of words inside a book, just like
any other. Who knew if I would
ever be opened, if anyone would
care to listen to my words.

But, you did open me.

Oh, and
how I love the look in your eyes
as you listen to my words, as
you read every word in full
enthrallment.

You gave me life.

I'm hoping maybe I can take
the pain out of yours, mon amie.

What? I can see it in your eyes.

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