Me

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How I love your praise
And still yearn for more-
As you smile at me
For wanting to be you.
And my eagerness
To know you from within;
It all began one fine day,
When you lent me your soul-
Just for a day, you said,
You can be me.
As I wore your thoughts
They made a rusty fit;
Your nuances I could feel
And the intricacies of your being.
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