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she was rather laconic

did not seem to talk much

one day she told me a secret

and down to the sentimental stairs

                                            we went

in her reticent words...

phrases... i found myself lost

wondering who she was

exploring her own worlds

her quietness seemed infinite

and infinite seemed were her inner feelings

the thrills of my guessing

and the confusion of my being

short her sentences were

and so was our love

quiet had it begun

and up the stairs

into oblivion

it was

gone