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  • Is it ok for me to think
    That you’re ugly
    And still love you?
    You spoke incoherent truths
    Wrapped in cotton white clouds
    I remember taking them in
    And choking in their dryness
    It’s been so long since then
    But sometimes, when I breathe
    It still burns
    I saw you for the first time
    It was strange
    I could actually see the monster in you
    It was like looking at your photograph
    I stopped believing that you loved me a long time ago
    It was that day, on the lake
    You were somber with fish hooks for eyes
    Caved in shoulders withering, head hanging
    On an invisible noose only you could feel
    I gave you an umbrella to cover you
    From the rain
    But you said, “It doesn’t matter when I can drown in the lake.”
    It was then that I let go of your hand
    I want you to know
    That I just can’t do this anymore
    Because all that I see in you
    I see in me
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