Should I speak,
Should I not,
I wish my words to be as gentle as a breath,
As tender as a touch,
Alas I feel clumsy and cold,
And stumble in the dark,
Please feel free to ignore or criticize,
One day perhaps-opened eyes,
But before then I'm relying,
On your sense of humour.
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