Hear, for I stutter; there are no words to be spoken
Read, for I quiver; there are no words to be written
See, we gaze with blindness
The truth is a lie
Riddles are answers unraveled
Left hand and right hand clutched
The silence trembles a roar
I am the orator
telling you a secret message
I am the linguist
with no tongue.
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