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Poem: You

You flatter me with words
And with high conversation
I laugh and play along
And yet I feel nothing

They all say I should want you
And it’s a great match
They say I’m too picky
And to give love a chance

But my heart doesn’t flutter
And my face doesn’t flush
I don’t bat my eyelids
Or call you all night

And in my spare thoughts
You barely enter at all
I feel a little guilty
This cat’s game—so it seems

Am I leading you on?
Or am I just that hard to get?

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