Twelve (you)

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You don't realize
I like talking
With you
About you.

You like talking about her
Only her
Nothing else.

I like you
You don't like me
I wish I could tell you
I hold it back.

I hate talking about her
It makes me mad
My heart gets sad
My face grows
Dark black circles
From thinking
All night
All day
Of you.

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