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 Mar 2014
Sydney
Your words, they are not eloquent.
No, they do not posses the lustrous flow that I so often find myself falling for.
Instead your words come enigmatically skidding from your mouth.
The slang you use travels through the air and meets my ear as nothing but ostentatious calamity.
It is incomprehensible to me.
I cannot fathom why I am falling for a boy who's vocabulary is so minuscule to mine.  
Shall the answer go unbeknownst?
No, for the elucidate lies within me.
I just have to go in quest of it.
March 6, 2014

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