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One millionth poem about not being loved back

For you I sort my words, I search for
sounds until you
fit like a second skin.
I call and gasp, breathe and whisper
.
Even if you do not hear me.

For you I turn my eyes, I see no one else
more.
is all vile and gray,
And only you are the beautiful,
Which is a reason to linger.
I see only you.
Even if you do not see me.

have For you I open my mind, a philosophizing

It is only through you, with you, before you, after you.
you introduce in the order of all beings.
So I think of you.
Even if you do not know who I am.

Sun listen and see and you do not know
Further, you do not feel.
So I must ask: Are not you?
And I think I love only myself
through you.
hypocrisy punished with loneliness.