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Apr 2018
The hushed whispers of a conversation.
The song that plays in the background that you can’t quite make out.
The face that looks familiar, but you don’t remember where you’ve seen it.
And you never thought that, maybe, just maybe, you’d be better off not knowing.
Written by
Bashar Abou Hawili
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   Jesse stillwater
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