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A Question Of Form

If I whisper now you might not hear me well

but I can’t shout, not out in the open like this.

What a shame! There are a lot of things

I still want to say to you.

I promise they are not at all about roses & sunset

but they are something, real something!

Maybe I’ll eventually tell you somedays

when I’ve learned to whisper well

or perhaps learned to shout shamelessly—

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