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Jul 2013
I never wrote until I knew
how still things were without my voice.


How many things weren’t being said.
How many things weren’t being seen.


I was silence in an unfilled space,
that light without which darkness sees.


I never missed you till I didn’t look,
and there you weren’t
setting silence free.
Renaldo Negron
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