You're the orange one, there's a line somewhere underneath.
You always write me such distant notes. words tentatively formed.
I wish for you to smile more.
The pity shall not reach you.
My eyes follow you when your eyes are down.
I cannot let you know that I look for you in the room.
Can I touch your thin shoulder and say something.
But nothing much.
You aren't invisible.
You shall never be.
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