I never could.
I tried to speak for you
as if I should.
I tried to write like you.
I skipped on things
like rhythm, truth
and suffering.
I peered behind your words
and got a hint.
I peered behind the Word
to spot a glimpse.
I peered behind a page
and felt the shame
for who am I to know
the nakedness by name.
I tried to write like you
and woe is me.
So now I write to you
adoringly.
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