the guy sitting across from me has his music on too loud
we look at each other then at him
he takes out an earbud and asks
"whats wrong"
we smile and look away
but before that
we exchange a look
a look that can expresses the secret
a secret only the two of us know
|special secrets|
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Wilted
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