Beneath
The ink on your finger,
the misshapen nail,
and the creases beneath your eyes.
These things tell me more about you,
than that one paragraph bibliography in Stars Weekly,
ever could.////////////////
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I wish I knew what it was you saw in me.
The waiting, the embarrassment, the texts and non-existent phone calls.
The blushes in badminton, the morning kisses.
And I wish I knew why I cut you off so harshly.
Yeah, that's all for today. Kinda bland.
Hammeh
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