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You asked me what I like — your eyes were soft, patient, curious
I wanted to say your laugh, your hands, the way you exist in my space
But my throat closed The words became a basement I locked them in
I said nothing The air grew thin You tilted your head You knew it was a lie
You didn't push That's the thing I like most — you let me hide
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