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Man painted yellow, man painted blue

I see you in the midnight dew

you yell at me and I quiver

can you not be so bitter

after a month you’re still the same

if anything, everything never changed

as you promised, your heart became

handicapped with torment for loving another

who knew love was so different, when

looking at only two eyes and hearing only cries

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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