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incompatibility's embrace, a love story untold, where whispers of "soulmate" mask a heart turning cold. we met like two puzzle pieces, a perfect, charming click, except mine has three edges, to their singular, slick.

he showers me with compliments, in company's sweet gaze, a prince among admirers, a chorus of praise. but dinner for two is silent, a plate and a fork, his phone his best companion, a love letter to New York.

I yearn for a stolen glance, a hand reaching out, but his touch is reserved for cameras, a performance, no doubt. I water this wilting affection, with tears and with sighs, but love cannot bloom on neglect, beneath indifferent skies.

perhaps someday I'll wake up, and see him for who he truly is, a mirage in the desert, a fleeting, loveless kiss. and though the goodbye will sting, a bittersweet ache, it's better to walk alone, than a love forever fake.

Now, I walk alone.

• 安天美

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This poem masterfully captures the modern experience of loving someone who exists more for their public image than genuine connection. Through carefully crafted contrasts - public charm versus private silence, perfect appearances versus emotional neglect - we witness the journey from hope to clarity. The evolution from "incompatibility's embrace" to "Now, I walk alone" traces an awakening to self-worth and authenticity.

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