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I knew her answer by heart, To the question I had not asked. Yet she had never said those words to me. Like a refrain in my head, Whose lyrics echo all day long, This is a chorus I could do without. These simple words speak of doom To the intentions of my heart. Some things, I think, are better left unsaid. When I finally asked her, "Do you think that we could be more?" She smiled as she answered, "just a friend."
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