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Your edges are so round, whilst I am so sharp.

I speak to you all the time, are you listening?

I've been speaking to you since the 2nd grade...

Are you really listening?

I tell people a lot about you,

I refer to you every so often in conversation

Still, I don't know who you are

Who are you?

Have you been reading what I say?

I lost a few readers today,

I always do.

This dark appeal of mine

is like an animal unworthy of sacrifice.

Dirty.

So, a lot of people talk about you

Never say your name.

I don't really want to know you

I read, read, and read

Searching, like a poisonous treasure hunt

trying to find the right words to describe you

But, no, I don't want to anymore

I've talked to you for so long,

And, I know nothing about you

I hate you.

Or, Do I love you?

No difference, really

I'll talk to you tomorrow,

Maybe tell someone about you to.