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A Touching Display
With all the frontAnd more besidesBitch, thrust, and parryAnd a few asidesWith considerable charmYou chose not to decideI really like youBecomes my massageI really want youBecomes my messageBut how long can we sustainOurselves apart?The pressure's increasing itSqueezes my heartI bought a ticketYou took a walkSo much to sayWe're unable to talkSuffering in silenceOur eyes give it awaySo close as we partA touching displayColouring my thoughtsSongtextePredominately grey andFighting bravelyWill she save me?From what or who [sic]I do not know
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