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Sep 2018
Though your words don’t trickle from your mouth
I see them flow from your eyes bubbling from your beautiful mind.
Precious thoughts in a naval space I cannot reach
If only I could swim in your logic and fish through your thinkings
Intentionally illiterate for my dearest friend
Lingua Franca
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