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Nov 2011
You crept into my room.
Never let them hear the whispers,
the sound of lover's kisses.
We hold our breath with every passing creak
and giggle between the sheets.
Hold me tight,
I don't want to feel the guilt.
They must never never know how we feel.
How we fit each other perfectly.
A mirror image.
Oh brother, brother, brother...
we're going to hell together
but tonight is all it matters.
Written by
T Nguyen
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