missing this summer

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you are not a singer
but you sang to me

you are not a dancer
but you danced with me

you are not a crier
but you cried to me

All of these things that you told me
you weren't, you were able to be in my presence

Freely
Open
Loved

And yet
you still chose her
even though you would
Never dream of doing any of that with her

~S~

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