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Didn’t Know

I didn’t know you could sing,
he said, for
at least the fifth time
in my lifetime.
I didn’t know you could sing,
while he brags about the others
and their voices, those others
who aren’t even his.
I didn’t know you could sing,
because he never hears me singing
I can’t sing there, in that silence,
until I must, have to raise my voice.
I didn’t know you could sing,
he says to me every time.
But last time, should have been
the last time. Still, I fear hearing
I didn’t know you could sing,
the past erased, once again.

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