The Mind-reader

Vicarious looks pierce deep
In search of vulnerability;
Slowly penetrating, they unlock the mind.
Inferring through thoughts,
Observing the patterns;
Nefarious or entertaining: Time waits to reveal…

The art of mind-reading might as well be a hoax; but some eyes can tell vivid stories, if one knows when to look.

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  1. Vim

    What happens when lots of us are wearing goggles, not meeting often (all metaphorically), or being opaque. Does show-off leave a trail?
    Do no publish all these comments