It’s a secret desperation
A longing that does not sleep
Swaddled like blankets
Wrapped around me like the words I dare not speak
It’s the earnestness of a living
Built from the flesh of two bare hands
It's the deliverance of a word
Whose sound I've never heard
It's the visions in my dreams
Not black and white, it seems
Our eyes cannot see the colors
Our language cannot describe
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