The Stranger Next to MeI don't know what she wants from me. She keeps me near,
But to what end? I do not go, and I know why. I love the way
She flatters me, but does she see, and does she want,
The adoration with which I repay her? How am I to know?
Our nearness isn't iron clad. I'd do whatever would work
Best to not let distance grow between us, but I'm at a loss.
I don't know what she wants from me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-11-21 at 00:19
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