i could cope if i

knew you

read me

real.

knew you

saw the

words,

shadowed between us –

half glimpsed,

somehow

half familiar.

maybe

the way you know

danke, merci, grazie,

koszonom,

somewhere in

the back of your mind.

i’m sure

you know the words.

don’t let it

come down to the

self righteous

density of

diction.

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