She

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She was the thin line,
a border barely existing,
yet just being.

She wasn't the reason,
of us not seeing each other;
She was better described as a clone of thine,
making it hurt more,
making me remember,
maketh me suffer.
For I saw thou, but,
not thee that was taken by the wind,
drifted through trees,
upon flowers,
across seas.

Thou that saw me back,
appreciated my work,
was my muse;
The one I wanted thee to be.

She may have been a thin line,
but I got her attention not thine,
For, where she was a slender fence,
thou had no fence,
Yet thou was the one with the largest hedges,
GREEN UPON GREEN,
separating thee from me.

Preventing thou to see a person truly in-love.

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