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What is unsaid fills the tiny spaces between syllables,

Insinuates itself after commas and semicolons,

At the upturned sentence end, before the fall of consonant

And at the rounding of the vowel

What is unsaid roars against the intake of breath

After every third or fourth word, and recedes

For a paragraph or so

Until it cannot bear its unsaying

Then seeks a portal from its own confinement

Into the rattle-a-tat-tat of the saying and the said

Out of the simple longing

To be with its own kind

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