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Words, so sickly sweet
Muted violence, under mouth so sweet
What hides them in your eyes?
Cannot you tell they are emblazoned deep
Inside that green, perspective cold.
What letters lie like sinuous lions
Coming together for the kill
The lazy phrase, laced with destruction
The utterance of bleak, sarcastic sounds
In silence left upon your brow...
I cannot presume to know you
Leaving words inside your eyes
Only note a glance, movement of hand
Convey a hidden paragraph
A novelette or tragedy, in one act
Where sound is but the echoing of light
And silence sleeps beneath a moonless night

-Kimberly N. Hunt
written 1997

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