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Author's Notes: The first poem I ever wrote about Rachel back in March 2009.
I barely know you
And I still can't see you
ever being truly happy
with her.
I thought sex organs
would exclude you
from the mood swing
induced infatuation.
But I was wrong.
And I am almost
certain this will hurt
so much more
than all the others.
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