words don't always do the trick... n actions don't always speak... lips tend to nibble on letters... changing the tones that leak... transforming expressions before the eyes... some good n some bad as it's those in between moments tell the truths... sparing emotions that hold on to life... finding untold intent amused... it's the linger of whisper caught in the wind... blowing through with a tongue set on mute... witness to syllables shape minds jus wanting to live... lost in thoughts so active no one knows their use... touching the inner linings of the cheek... never to make a sound so secrets remain unheard... creating dreams forced to idle due to talk is cheap... watching vibes pulsate as fingers attempt to feel worth... frozen motionless within looking at movements to make a pattern... with time loosening proof into hands that never squeeze... with the echos of voices trying to matter... as sighs begin to breathe comforts art... staring down the line of sight at mumbling moans... waiting on the answer to reason with the untouched heart... as the silence hushes verbal efforts to gain hope...
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