Misinterpretation

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I liked the way you looked at me

Like I was cherry blosom erupting

In the middle of a thunderous winter

So you touched me carefully but mostly

I caught your eyes wandering in between

The hollow graves made up of your words

Which is where I chose to bury this persistence

Of mine along with my very willowy and jaded heart.

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