Curls of silk and a painted-on mouth, you talk about as much as an old corncob doll.
Your lips may twitch as you struggle for a word, but never does the silence break from your tongue,
And never may the laments of love come from your sweet, burdened lips.
I mustn't be ashamed of you and your silence, but wouldn't it be more prudent for you to speak your mind?
I can never tell if the tongue-tied words that glow from your eyes are true...
...or even what they mean.
The full moon illuminates the perfect features of a muted soul.
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Is this too cliche?
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i love it, even though i hate cliche things... but its still really good. its not too cliche only a little.
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I like this... it's cliche, but that's okay once in a while.
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i likes this a looooot. u sound so..... intelligent.
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title: tight-lipped.
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