You smiled at me the way you smiled at everyone, you told me what you told everyone-and you tell nothing but lies. What are you always hiding? And do you think I did not know when you made love to me, you were making love to no one? No one! Or everyone-but not me, certainly. I am nothing to you, nothing, and you bring me fever but no delight.
( James Baldwin )
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