somehow it's become a secret
and i can't share it, no.
just how subtly discreet
like passin on the street
where the wind blows
in case it snows.
and time has got to bear it
when the absence isn't shared
and the heart grows
fonder
you're lurkin close behind
this is like braille for the blind
and i can still smell you
sometimes
sometimes.
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