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You know there are only a limited number

Of ordinary words one can say

And even fewer phrases that most people use.

When all of the ordinary things have been said

And nothing remains that is numbing and safe.

Then all that is left to tell is extraordinary -

The quantum leaps of fate and the

Parallel worlds of polygamous loneliness.

The lock-step determinism of one's free will And the meaningless kiss of free love.

And the things that are left unsaid are As deep as your silence after I've said them.