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About This Poem
In Return
Those places I go, you have to bare
I never meant to take you there
Not wanting to break anymore,
We must stop keeping score.
Abundantly you made it clear
Of what you wanted dear.
Displeasing you is my greatest plague
Crushing me with each crashing wave.
We share enough to be sure,
Some things should feel more pure.
Our pieces fit closely in this love,
We come together with just a shove.
What I’m saying here and now
Is I love you so much, so near, and how.
Those places I go, you have to bare
I never meant to take you there.
I’m sorry for troubling our thing.
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