Ten of your no’s, I spotted one yes;
all your harmonies, I suspected distress.
Your many smiles, I found reservation;
in your warmth, I sensed distance.
But was it keen observation,
or merely my projection?
Were your stabs true aggression,
or simply investigation?
Were you truly indifferent,
or were you holding protection?
Was your light your true brilliance,
or your mask of your essence?
Here I stand watching you glow,
I wondered if you are whole.
Or are you a different me;
similar wound, divergent glee?
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