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We begged ourselves To get dragged by time And chose the word "gone" Somewhere Between "end" and "linger. It was foolish of us. To pretend drifting away As moving on. Here we collide again Both tongue tied and Trading the languages Of our naked souls Words fail our looks Silence unfolds the truth. And we're not succeeding yet. Since I've been carrying The ghost of you. And you still can't spill out The trapped one too.
