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And I drew graffiti
on your back
with the tip of my finger
dipped in love
as we lay giggling
in the shadowed room
and I won't say a word to him
if you won't say a word to her
happy for tonight
Tomorrow we'll smile
be polite and discrete
knowing, knowing that no one knows
except you and I
and the cat on the windowsill
Our own little peeping Tom
We'll whisper our story to strangers
as we sit side-by-side
on an over-filled train
when the black inked initials
of teenage lovers
remind us of fingertips
shush
shush
don't say anything now
don't break the silence
I don't want to pick up the pieces
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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