Notes About The Poem
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PARENTHESES
Something is always
slipping past the frame~
a thought half-formed,
a gesture almost tender,
a truth that flickers
just beyond the reach
of naming.
We live inside
these open parentheses,
carrying the beauty
of what never quite
arrives.
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