Open to interpretation, not interrogation...
Those unspoken somethingsI refuse to tell youWill make the difference betweenFriend and a foe.We aren’t enemies.Friends we aren’t, either.As the distance finds more spaceTo creep uponYou will fade, while I thinkI haven’t faded.
Those unspoken somethings
I refuse to tell you
Will make the difference between
Friend and a foe.
We aren’t enemies.
Friends we aren’t, either.
As the distance finds more space
To creep upon
You will fade, while I think
I haven’t faded.
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