a hidden silence
there is a hidden silencein my years
that captures moments
whether it be
stealing spaces
in between sips of tea
or beside my breathing
under covers
before sleep
sometimes I retreat
to a corner stall
reminiscing
even though
it is unhealthy
but it is there
and for me to deal with
intervening
like stoplights
in the street
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