You can have all the right words, decorous and just, true and balanced, simply adding up to none, a most un-credible sum. You can hang the most desirable notions in the most thriving syntax yet, when shaking its fruitful-appearing tree, leave with a fruitless basket.
The betrayal of your voice is more explicit than a poor turn of phrase. And the betrayal of a gaze. At times, the quality of your thoughts shines through those dull marks of suprasegmentation.
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