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I cannot love you
In a poetic way.
I can love you
In fury and in rage.
I cannot paint you
A picture of such beauty
But I can, rip out my heart
And hand it to you on a plate.
I cannot give you these words,
Only for you to then destroy them.
I can, in moments of despair,
Grab your hand and whisper;
Love, they are no longer there.

I cannot love you
In a poetic way
But I can love you,
With every inch of myself
Till my dying day.

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