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May 2019
My words are silent.
Try as you might, you cannot hear them.
That is their strength,
like Ninjas in the night,
you don’t hear them coming,
but you know when they have arrived.

My words are silent.
They do not shout down the street, or come with a siren, or bell,
they trickle down the page,
performing tricks, entertaining you.
Now you see them, now you don’t.

My words are silent.
You will not find them on your volume button.
My words are silent,
but you will hear them all the same.
Allen Austin-Bishop
Written by
Allen Austin-Bishop  M/London
(M/London)   
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