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Feb 2015
I have these thoughts occasionally
as I lie in bed,
going over every syllable that you
said because sometimes I read
signals that aren't even there.
After remembrance, is
interrogation and I am no stranger
to what this entails.
Question after question which can be
summed up into one,
"Why do I love him to the point where I lose my tongue?"

k.g.
Name of the person changed for personal privacy.
Kiah Griffin
Written by
Kiah Griffin  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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