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FIZZLING DARK

Speech is fraught between us
We cannot define
We can only touch
With fingertips
Smoothing
Intruding.

If we must have truth
Let it not be named
Let us feel it
As a heart-choke
Imbibe it
Not describe it

In the darkness
There are your eyes
And they are smiling.




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