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Just when I start to get angry with you
For being obtuse yet again,
You surprise me with
Your kind words and almost thoughtful remarks.
Just when I want to scream at you
For being, well, you,
You shut me up with
Your devilish kiss.
Just when I want to burn all the bridges yet again,
You put out the fire with
Your knowledge of me.
It is you who makes me scream in agony,
But it is also you who makes me sing like if I knew how to.
It is you.