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March 9, 2009 / zanzi

Never Say A Word

We shall pass, then, you and I,

Slide by each other without eyes ever meeting.

I take in the street, you sky,

And both acknowledge the silent nameless fleeting.

Skin brushes fabric

And familiarity blushes a moment

But faces stay drawn tight.

So goes the rubric

Of your putting me through (if such was your intent)

My paces. That’s alright.

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