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He reads me like a book Every page he writes I’m astonished every time I hide in a maze Confused of my time Confused of details I have shown And what I’ve shown not Those of hidden disguise He finds And so I question what he knows I treat it as fools gold Because knowing me is not that easy But yet still today It’s easy to him…
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 7:20 PM UTC
Knows me, Not
He reads me like a book Every page he writes I’m astonished every time I hide in a maze Confused of my time Confused of details I have shown And what I’ve shown not Those of hidden disguise He finds And so I question what he knows I treat it as fools gold Because knowing me is not that easy But yet still today It’s easy to him…
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 7:20 PM UTC
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