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by Einna Coscolluela
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despair came to me one evening
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cloaked in night's dark embrace
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he gently tapped on my window
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i heard your thoughts, he said
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thoughts of me
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every night, your voice would call out my name
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why, he asked
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because
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tell me
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so i did
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you fascinate me. i hate you…and yet i need you.
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it is a contradiction
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and yet you understand, he said
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sometimes. and then it is not so much of a
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contradiction anymore
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it is enough
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silence
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do you love?
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there is someone. he is very special to me
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despair gave me a sad smile, took my hand
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waited
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with him i feel the deepest joy, the deepest pain.
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it is a contradiction…like you
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and even here you understand, he said
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i love him. it is all i know
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it is all that matters. you don't need me anymore
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that is a lie. i do need you. maybe not as much
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as before, but sometimes. when i am alone…
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i understand, he said. and then i will come
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i am glad
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he took me in his arms, held me close
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i closed my eyes, breathed him in
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always a contradiction
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but not really
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do you really hate me, he asked
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i looked into his eyes
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so much sorrow. so much compassion.
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i could not lie. not to him
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you take away so much, yet you give so much more.
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no, I do not hate you. you are who you are.
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it is meant to be
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i am glad. now close your eyes
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are you going to leave me?
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yes, he said. but not forever.
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now do as you were told
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i closed my eyes
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a lifetime passed
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an eternity
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his lips touched mine
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a kiss so light, so gentle, it almost didn't happen
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a sigh that seemed to come from the soul
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a single teardrop
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i am going to miss you, he whispered
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the slightest of breezes
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the echo of a touch
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i opened my eyes
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but not really
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he understood
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