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Mute, ummute

Mute;
Your lip and my tongue don’t speak the truth,
Your hands on my body seduced,
The love we feel is of no use,
The sun comes up and I’m no longer your muse.
Unmute,
None of this is true,
Let’s meet on broken Avenue.

By A.J

Decoding .

This is about two people who are standing face to face with each other, but never really say what the want to. Sex is the only way they communicate even when there’s thriving love between the two. Feeling like whenever there’s no sexual intercourse between them they mean nothing to the other, so they cover up the hurt, hide there feelings and remain broken, leaving the words they really want to say unspoken.

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