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Mar 2013
Lovers build first
a language
It is the building
of all things
A language of glances
and learned touches,
the lookings of the eye.
When we left
we were left
without voice
and we cried
illiterate
Written by
Henry Mulligan  Missoula, Montana
(Missoula, Montana)   
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