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The Girl Who Wasn't Me (Free verse) by psychedelic You are like a flower
Soft petals, sweet perfume
You look so fragile
Delicate to touch
Though strong-willed inside
You are lovable
Everyone wants you around
In fact, too lovable
That all he sees is you
His smile is yours
His laugh is yours
HE IS YOURS
...and I'm alone
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