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I find myself

Visualizing your glasses

When he removes his.

I imagine his crooked tooth

When I see yours

Impeccably aligned.

I learned a new word today,

Cafuné,

Translates

To the act of tenderly running one's finger through someone's hair.

I grew fond of the act

Long before

Getting hold of the word.

I know not whose I prefer

Now his I adore

But as much as I do yours.

This is a *********

Torn by emotions

We have history, we share chemistry

I love you

Though I love him too

Cannot think of him

Without thinking of you

This is a *********

I have come to loathe

But the truth is

I belong to both.

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