We differ,
men and women,
apparently,
so I’ve been told,
in a sort of scold,
We differ in sex and love
I would argue,
giving her my love
is probably
a vulnerable move.
We differ in how we understand
the other might respond,
the other has a plan,
when in silence,
we stand now alone
We were once the same
if only, a silent interlude
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