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don't love me unless you mean it,
the way you mean that glorious laugh at a well-told joke
or the way you mean the look of contempt for an unsatisfactory plate of pasta

because, I swear
those faux glances of piercing affection
will be played on loop in my head
until my brain writhes itself into ribbons.

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