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Between the Lines

( I fell in love with you 

but I knew you were

not in love with me 

so I withdrew my

company and even

though I like to 

think you loved me

too I know this simply

isn't true and I was 

just Another Girl 

to keep you busy

for a couple weeks and 

I wish you could be 

Another Boy to me

but you were not 

I was terrified 

that you'd find out

that I was yours all

yours that I had stitched

my sleeves from my own heart

and I still can't leave it alone

even though I know you

haven't given it a second thought

I can never tell you god knows

I want to but you would laugh at me

And so would She you'd both laugh

until you wiped the tears from each other's cheeks) 

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