Shhh we must not be heard.
Follow me, i’ll take you
down a misjudgment of stairs,
through noiseless halls.
Psst, be quiet you’ll let them loose.
Tighten your thoughts,
Maybe the coast is clear.
Don’t get it off your chest,
let it palpitate inside.
I can read your mind on your face
keep it together, I say.
Secrets hold us together,
they keep us on our toes (a shuffle).
Silent! You’ll create a kerfuffle.
Don’t you want to earn a name?
“Yes, but please-“
The success of a lie-gorged quietitude
doesn’t lie with the cliquè thus formed.
It’s the manipulation used.
“I get it but please-“
Please what? Speak up!
“You see, some of us can’t deceive with ease”.
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