I see you
I hear you
But no voice is heard
We speak but not with words
Every movement has meaning
A blink, twitch or crack of a knuckle
All can be read from a code unsaid
They look at us like we're crazy
But all we're doing is speaking
Speaking in silence.
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Author:
Otha (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2023 05:02
- Category: Unclassified
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Beware of the CIA...
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