COMPANY there is a quiet before I speak that holds all I will say all I could say but prefer to keep in silence and that for which I will never find words in this quiet I defeat loneliness for all the versions of myself the world will never see have gathered at a table made of the places I will never visit to share a meal of possibilities that are really endless and one sits there in that serious and carefree company that gathering of the most intimate and strange who listens and watches never touching the food smiling slightly now and again never breaking out of his silence his quiet which contains so much
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