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You would think that by now I’d be able to read you but I cannot I am a prisoner to your subtleties, a captive of your cluelessness, tangled so helplessly in your mixed signals your emotions are the secrets whispered just past my ears so intriguing yet so out of reach -h.w.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
Clueless
You would think that by now I’d be able to read you but I cannot I am a prisoner to your subtleties, a captive of your cluelessness, tangled so helplessly in your mixed signals your emotions are the secrets whispered just past my ears so intriguing yet so out of reach -h.w.
hm-williams
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
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