A fleeting glance or a sharp look
The hint of a smile or the twitch of a smirk
A story told without a word
In the silent language, only faces work
A furrowed brow that speaks of doubt
A softened gaze that whispers care
The thousand things we dare not say
Hang unspoken in the air
For every truth we try to hide
The face betrays what words conceal
No armor forged, no mask so sure
Those eyes alone cannot reveal
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