Saturday, August 6, 2011

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Note: The writer of this poem sent it to me for the folio but requested to remain anonymous. 

i do not like you to open yourself up
and give me your heart
just for me to give it back to you
stone cold.

i do not like you to utter those three words
I would never ever
say back to you.

i do not like you to feel a love
so unrequited it stings.

i do not like you.

- Anonymous
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