When I give you a drop of honey
one glimpse of how I feel
you nod and smile
as if I've let you in to the deepest
part of my heart.
Then, when I'm sad
you automatically assume
that you know
what it is that hurts me.
You don't know,
and you want easy answers.
I have none. . .
but that's not so extraordinary
neither does
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