Between the lines, there are hidden
meanings in the words.
I close my eyes and turn my head,
pretend to sleep, a good defense,
the words resound, they’ve since escaped.
The room is still, and all is tense.
When I’m awake, I hold my breath.
The worst to come, there’s more I dread.
I can deny the words I’ve said.
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