I'm speaking cryptically in carefully crafted verses, careening through meanings and poetic justices that are unjust in nature.

You say nothing.

I say that using movement and memory, passing air through your lungs and over your tongue is easy to master with effort.

You say nothing.

I scream of artful conversations eluding your mind and I am quick to judge your choice of silence over healthful banter. I express every violently beautiful burst of insight that happens past my lips.

You say nothing.

I sigh uffishly and offer my laments over your disturbance.

You say nothing

I say nothing.

I say nothing.

Nothing at all.

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