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Your dark hair falls,
In front of your dark eyes, As your head now tilts Down. Your eyes move Right, left, down, up Anywhere but towards me. Now you're biting your lip, Moving your leg Now the tension is thick No words escape your soft mouth Silence looms like thick smoke. Seconds pass like hours. You're silently screaming, For an escape. Flip your hair, Turn the music up. I should've kept my mouth shut.
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