everything you need to say
goes unsaid
and yet i hear it
loud and clear,
the quiet
as a mouse attitude
works for you.
the eyes,
rolled,
the brow furrowed,
the twist of your lips.
you're a sentence,
a paragraph or two
in a dress,
a volume
of discourse with just
a simple look.
there's nothing to guess.
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