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Underneath What’s Written

I'm genuinely asking

because I'm all out of ways

to explain why

I go quiet.

I have to.

Because sometimes the thought of you

wraps itself around my thighs.

Sometimes there's a catch in your laugh,

like gravel settling on a path.

Sometimes there's a look,

less than half a second,

and behind it live stories,

moments,

secrets kept hidden.

I see it.

Underneath what's yet b…