We
talk in cyphers.
Cryptic wordsearch.
Because there's no
other way.
Nor that we dare
or rather do.
Because we are lost.
This one fine wine
turned sour because
we were none wiser.
No meeting halfway.
Going round in circles
whispering secrets and wishes
into little scribbly notebooks.
But we never quite got to
see the hidden pages.
Only trapped.
Always wandering.
Wondering.
If.
Questions ring out loud
But no one would answer.
No, because
neither you nor I
would dare to.
Therefore, we
talk in cyphers.
Cryptic wordsearch.
Because there's no
other way.
. Arigato .
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