Why do you love me?
Why do you hate me?
Why am I your best friend,
then you alienate me?
Why am I visible,
when another isn't near?
And as soon as they come,
I disappear.
Why am I the rubber,
and they are the glue?
Why does she bounce off me,
and stick to you, you, and you?
sealed with a kiss, ambrosia ruth
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=D Oh my goodness! Your poetic gensius enthralls me :) I really really like this, and Im just not sure how you played the words like that :) Bravo and encore!
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