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what he doesn't know

What he doesn't know is
that his scars are beautiful
What he doesn't know is
his imperfections are what make me whole

What he doesn't know is
that I lie awake
Wishing he's here tonight
What he doesn't know is
that I still love him

How would he know, how could he know
But I'm keeping silent.

What he doesn't know
I have studied the way he walks
What he doesn't know is
that he's poetry for me

But how would he know, how could he know...

I'm keeping silent.

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