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May 2015
Distance wedged between us
but we buried it down inside.
My heart questioned every move
but my thoughts were quickly denied.

Although things seemed to take a turn,
my hopes did not seem to heighten.
You brought up one thing but meant another
and my stomach surely tightened.

You spoke what you have not been able to,
giving breath to every sharp word.
Each one penetrated my goose-bumped skin
but left a sensation unheard.

To each word you spoke I defended myself
even when I knew I was wrong.
As time passed by and the cloud of anger rose
I realized your intentions all along.

My love, you are a special breed,
the one I much adore.
You helped me see through all the haze
and I could not love you more.
Say one thing, mean another
Melinda Éva
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   Arlo Disarray
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