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Crown Shyness


There is nothing left

To talk about.

No words and no sounds.


So we let

Our skins converse.


We sit on a park bench

Lightly holding hands.


There are people we see

Old, young and children.


And among them

We were,

Building our space.


Just like them,

Unaware,

We had created

Our little world


For a lifetime of

Silent conversations.