timbre (n).

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In case you wondered, I do
say your name
in the sinking midnight
in the hurry of my morning
in the moments I am busy being happy
in the holy and the hollow
in the eyes of strangers
in the triumph of who I am becoming
in the quiet coffee shop corners
and into the peel of my old fashioned,
on the off chance
you can hear me say it.