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Not the one

You look at me and smile, I guess I'm not the one, I must confess I tried so hard to get it right To be as you, tender and kind But I'm not made for tenderness I'm made for long and painful ends I'm made for shouting on the beach While he sings a song I missed I wish I could've stayed in there To be as easy to take as air But I was hard and storm for you So please give up, I know you should.

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Date: 1/14/2021 1:05:00 AM
a beautiful and loving poem penned
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