Cough cough
Not that am ill
Of the roaming cold
Just a choke of fun
Cut me off all laughter
At your daily slip of tongue
So habitual to be true
Cough Cough
Not the normal you hear
Just a sound to humour
Killing us in tears
A contradicted lie
Cough Cough
Not like the ones before
Its just a cage for shyness
Of all you try to hide
Written allover you
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