Knave's Prose
You know
My name
The house
I live in
The way
I feel
And how
I’ll give in.
You know
My time
The places
I go to
The car
I drive
And how
I love you.
You know
My voice
These eyes
I see with
The hands
You hold
And who
I am with.
All of
These things
You know
About me
Yet still
I know
You don’t
Know of me.
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