She has to know.
How couldn't she.
She saw them.
She had to.
In the corner of my room,
amidst my shorts and jeans.
A thin strap of black lace.
A strap so thin, she knew it belonged to me.
Did she see it?
She had to.
It was her's,
And he knew that she knew it.
She has to know.
How couldn't she.
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