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Untold Truth
We woke up
You were smiling at me
You looked so unexpectedly happy
Wrapped my neck in your arms
Gave me a tight squeeze
I ask why
You won't reply
You never do
But that's the great thing
You don't have too
I already know what's held to be true
It doesn't have to be spoken
It doesn't have to be said
Yes, we might be in a little over our heads
Undoubtedly we...
Monday 26th October 2015 1:59 am
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