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Knowledge
And I hate how I know... That I love the way he thinks, The his eyes see through to my hidden truth, That I cannot get close to him -feel his skin, That I cannot simply run my hand along his jaw, That I cannot see his heart - he does not want me to, That I wish him to hold me -see inside That no matter how sure I may be, I so not know what I wish of him, -for me, As I am a child, -no love left to hide.
CSHL- 1998 |
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