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I Guess Not.
He plays over the words
like they were the chorus to his favorite song.
Just keeps on repeating; I almost want to inform him that
I heard it the first time.
It was strange; nothing was different.
We didn't kiss or hold hands.
We just sat there,
watching the world turn,
as we had before.
Was this relay how it felt?
I am disappointed.
What did I expect?
Did I guess incorrectly?
Is this what it is realy like
to be in love?
But then he leaves.
And I am relived.
...
No. I guess it's not.
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