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He sees her eyes enticing
He feels a familiarity
He learns it is not enough
There is no desire nor is there heat
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I feel more
I learn more
It is figured out by me
It makes a painful sense
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Where are his thoughts
The path is not the same as mine
His umbrella protects from different rain
I want to share his umbrella frame
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He knows
He pretends ignorance
He calms with his lies
The truth is not an option
Even as he sees my pleading eyes
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I want to believe
I want to have not wasted time
I think the story is longer
More words are hidden, words that should be mine
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He tried, he loves, though
I was too familiar
I was more a hand to shake
I was a history, a time, and a place
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~ mary jane goodman
Mary Jane's Shoes 