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I begin with ~~certainty~~  

no—only the tremor of a line,  

a draft that refuses to settle.  

The page offers ~~silence~~  

but I write into its margins,  

naming what cannot be named.  

You read the ~~crossed-out~~ words  

as if they were confessions,  

but they are only scaffolds,  

a way of showing the wound  

without pointing to it.  

I keep ~~erasing~~,  

not to hide,  

but to let you see  

the ghost of what was almost said.  

And when you arrive at the end,  

you will find nothing resolved—  

only the trace of our dialogue,  

a ledger of ~~mistakes~~  

that were never mistakes at all.