poem - 50

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you are holding my hand,

yet you are holding hers,

you are watching me,

yet you vision her,

you say you love me,

yet you love another soul,

you whisper sweet things to me,

yet the sweet things aren't meant for me,

you are with me,

yet you're not mine.

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