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Don't Speak
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Missing Him You muster
the courage
to drip acid
off your tongue
with a shield
in front of you,
putting up fronts
to keep me from
getting close.
But when you
hold me in your arms,
you can’t help
but let your grasp
be gentle,
your stare loving.
Let’s keep the talking
to a minimum,
shall we?
really liked this and related to it too. i savour those moments, perfect in all their imperfections when talking would just complicate things and you both become entertwined. nice.