I love you.
But those are the three words,
Those eight letters
That are sung
When you’re sleeping
They are spoken
But only when you can’t hear them
And they are true
Only when you can’t feel them
This is how it is,
And this is how it will remain
And you will never,
Ever know.
Because
If you did,
You would be lost to me
Forever.
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