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I speak in code
a cleverly constructed combination of white words and black pauses hiding among the colors I can’t control. My focus fractures and my message meanders, waylaid by specters of previous mistaken miscommunication; and my code shrinks and deepens, becoming less apparent and more permanent, until I’m sure you won’t understand. And I keep speaking in code, writing messages only for myself because they make me feel special. I never suspect you’d do the same. I would speak plainly, without distortion or degradation or defense, but I’ve forgotten how, if I ever even knew. I speak in code animated by the permanent pressing possibility that someone might hear, someone speaking the same coded language.
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