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May 2012
Your indications,
I thought I read them
On your face;
Read through actions
You would take,
That spoke for words
You couldn't say.
My fabrications,
As they may have been,
I believed it anyway,
Believed in something
More than words,
Something truer in the
Demure of your restraint.
Written by
Tanya Ann Erikson
758
   K Balachandran
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