Poetry
Orders You Dare Not Speak
Poetry by Gustave Deresse
“I see them in your stare, the orders you dare not speak.
You’d attempt to move me?
I see. I see.
Come a wee little closer, there’s something I need to say.
Down here, come — come.”
Biscuits whispers—
“You don’t own me.”

About the Author:
🔍 ㅤGustave Deresse Is a Canadian Writer, Editor, and Musical Artist who enjoys exploring themes such as Spirituality, Logic, Philosophy, Neurocognitive Psychology, Creativity, Writing, Humour, Inspiration, Wellbeing — and the Weird.
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