unspoken lullaby defends the never said
what you wished you had been able to
bicycle bell more articulate blending in
boat traffic trams unknown languages
conspire to absolve each other's faults
failing that perfect openness after sex
making do with rough approximation
still I try at least in my secret thoughts
shared with millions I don't even know
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