You say I'm silent.
Out of words
And expression.
I could never see
Your ways far behind
My lifestyle.
Quiet you are for the grace;
Out of words:
Your smile
And gentle persuasion.
I am diverged
By servitude
As you gaze
Beneath my eyes.
The place seems fine
Only -
Those people flocking
Were strangers.
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