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Situations


Compelling situations Engulfing with frustrations My ability to allude Yours to intrude Hopefully legit never to forget Words of pain but to both of our gains The words I announce while I cower The sour bitterness that lies against a flower Hour’s pasts as the sand falls through the glass May I truly just ask? Deny the lie I do so sly A simple reply don't ask why A pure night of silence with your resilience Words filled with bliss gentle as a kiss The gaze of my eyes is where the truth lies Bestow the evening glow Eyes meet standing without a defeat Eyes engage with words to enrage Thou have lips sealed that cannot be healed Glances filled with bliss, gentle as a kiss No utter sound, which is to be found Simply lost without a cost Conjecture of gesture An ample of words of a crutch, yet only a simple touch More meaning of the gleaming eyes Words never helping only for the yelping Come at me daring if you’re so caring A glimpse of the hint is mound to a tint Glances, memories, the sense of touch, given with countless chances This game's silence is nothing but words that has been hung A pure hum of victory with nothing at the tongue
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