It was not your curled lips your musky sweet perfume wasn't your dimpled cheek your dashing how-are-yous it was your hand folded in a fist and the twenty-two inches between it was your unwavering jaw and a lack of you and me. It was not so much the fact that you it was your not being able to speak without lying.
It was not your curled lips your musky sweet perfume wasn't your dimpled cheek your dashing how-are-yous it was your hand folded in a fist and the twenty-two inches between it was your unwavering jaw and a lack of you and me. It was not so much the fact that you it was your not being able to speak without lying.
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It was not your curled lips your musky sweet perfume wasn't your dimpled cheek your dashing how-are-yous it was your hand folded in a fist and the twenty-two inches between it was your unwavering jaw and a lack of you and me. It was not so much the fact that you it was your not being able to speak without lying.
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it wasn't your dimpled cheek or your dashing how-are-yous it was your hand folded in a fist and the twenty-two inches between it was your unwavering jaw and a lack of you and me to tell you the truth to speak without lying it was not so much the fact of you as it was your not trying