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She said she loves to be made to feel special
she is compelled to face
the moment of desire
when one tear would explain
all that is within her
She said she is lost without memory
lost within the voice with which she cries
She calls out now and then for recognition
though never to be distinguished
only to be made to feel special
and she adores the tear of her desire
When I walk with her, I get the sense that she is alone
I wish to hold her for this reason
I am compelled to believe it is what she needs
then I realize it is her love
which makes me feel this way
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