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You're not sweet, in the way

sugar softens in rain. You're sweet,

in the way a blueberry wraps a

personality around her

flesh, full of tang.


You're not interesting, in the way

flirting obliges. You're interesting,

in the way a book holds a

reader captivated through

thick and thin.


You're not driven, in the way

hammers hit nails. You're driven,

in the way a brush licks a

canvas every damn day, to create

something out of nothing.


I don't love you, in the way

The game's played.

I love you

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