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Nov 2015
Their language,
Which until now,
Had spoken clearly,
Fluently,
Through my mind,
Became jumbled, with the dis-
-connect and confusion,
Normally reserved,
For others.

I stared,
Pleaded for them to,
Unscramble,
Themselves to show,
Me the solution,
To their arrangement,
But still,
Nothing.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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