That’s where I read the lines, tracing the journey with the tip of my pen’s poetry, like Braille. This is how I see you–in the pauses–where the whisper of me has been heard through the noise of cars on streets before dawn when cobblestone paths are lighted. Walking in skipped steps toward dark caves where I read the lines, the space in between.
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