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I see you
in fragments,
a shoulder there
and one eye, here
like a puzzle
of dots.
I hear you
in riddles
as you never
say commonplace things
or speak in gestures.
You only stand in silence
while words weigh you down,
and I stare at you, shamelessly
follow your every nuance.
For you are a river, and
I merely cruise.