hushed tongues
curiously why
i shrug his smiles, now transcribed and real
tired of scrubbing passion to bed a phenomenon,
labeled my inner most pawn a question
astonished, while why escorted an awareness secret
stared knowingly and being remembered wanted an entrance to remake pretend
acting like i am, an answer, a lust desire wire
this is us previously, before and again
as a crisp sip of never time fiddles our form
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