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Jul 2014
It may be your laugh,
But it was my happiness.
It may be your smile,
But it was me who was enjoying.
It may be your breath,
But it was me who was feeling alive.
It may be your hug,
But it was me who was showing affection.
And now I see how much you mean to me,
But how little I mean to you.
It may have been your break-up,
but it was me that was broken.
Sometimes, what she shows isn't what she feels.
Sometimes, what you feel isn't what you show.
Winter Silk
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Winter Silk
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