🦅 I Communicate Better Through Poetry Eagle 🦅
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James McLain
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I weave my words like secret threasds,
In tangled verse where meaning hides,
Each line a word, softly said,
That drift through crevasse, narrow or wide.
I speak in symbols, cryptic, bold,
A language few now seem to know,
For in my silence, truth is heard—
A code that guards my mystery.
The masses walk where such words cause pain,
But in the night, I speak through dreams.
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