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Words Unspoken

Eyes drawn to each other
Quicker at looking away
Fleeting glances
You think i don't see.

I am no longer blind
So i notice;
How you cheer for me from afar
And how you remember all i do.

You have something you want to say
You bite your lip
Stopping the words from escaping
Just what am i to you?

◄ Should I or Shouldn't I?

Prophecy ►

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