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The Poem No One Knows

Callosed toes on callosed feet
A poem no one knows
Walking down the street
Longing lines and winding rhymes
Written on my face
In a language no stranger could read
A coded journal kept just for me.
If you listen close, I’ll read it out loud
Over coffee, while watching the stars
While I sing in the shower,
While we make love in the dark.
Listen closely to the silence
of a Saturday afternoon.
Those moments scream parts of me,
And whisper others.
But the greatest parts are in my eyes,
In my song,
In the poem no one knows.

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