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HE DOESN’T KNOW
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2004 Poetry how could my lips
utter those words
when those words
grow only in my eyes
clinching in silence
my lips rehears
day by day the lines
and breaks of my runes
with a hope that one day
the commas and the
semi-colons would
ensnare you
my gazes—sneaky,
cautious not to be seen
because once you did,
I was left pivoting in shame
I guess I’ll stay whispering
your name, my room is not
that big, but it can incubate
a million yen for you
written 12/12/03
What a lovely write. I enjoyed reading.