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Nothing Different

She stares at
me with strange
puzzling
looks on her face

i already know
why, because
she's expecting me
to change faces,
turn my back,

then disappear in
�that familiar grey
smog her lungs
are addicted to
inhaling

she's use to those
type of things ,
from what I can
tell

But i ?
give nothing
different,

i'm only someone
she can lean, and
lounge her mind
and heart on

i give nothing
different

but respectful and
sometimes the
rawest vulgar
affections, whenever
she needs it,

i put my all into,
give back as she
throws it

like reflections of
strength when
needed, puffing and
passing it

she's my savoury
center. of beautiful
imperfections.

inside-out, that's
what
we're made of

i give nothing
different / just me,

a version of man
of a chroma-man
who is learning his
lessons

we're both learning
how to accept and
to be loved

that's all,

nothing different
but for us / it is