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Unspoken

There are thoughts I wish to share 

They haven’t come to my lips and only peek through my eyes 
These thoughts ask for words, from me and you 
So that it can wear those words and come to our lips 
Thoughts that wish to be embraced by words 
But these thoughts are actually feelings..only feelings 
It’s like an aura floating in the air 
A voiceless aura..about which only you and I know 
Hidden from the world, but not from you and I 
When will we unveil our thoughts? 

How long will they remain unspoken?
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