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My white is your black
your strengths, I lack,
My fairy tale is your nightmare
about things you ignore, I care,
What I want to have, you don’t
become like you, I won’t.
The reason for my smile
brings you tears that run a mile,
What you’re proud about,
if I have in me, I doubt.
Your tastes are miles from mine
But I find no reason to whine
We'll accept each other,
in our palette add more colour.
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Nice and lovely poetry dear....
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