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Sep 17
Corrected
As the unraveled words slip through my thoughts into the universe.
Correcting imperfections.
Judging every woven threaded word.  
4,065 languages.
Written
Unwritten

Intermingling words composing every thought as my own.
punctuation leads me not.
Grasping my  
Language(s): unknown

Voynich

Yet once
words
with lack of punctuation seen not as a problem.
Yet seen for its purity.
That we the people could connect in understanding
Emphasizing
The languages we combine.
Punctuation implies correct. Given to the word by man/women. In hopes, the world could connect with a better understanding of one.
Beautiful RIGHT?
World keep in mind we are no one.
WE
ARE
Combined
Imperfections
are the great mystery of how I see the connection.
Judgment also will lay between the lines..  ......
Delicacy8100
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