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Dec 2013
I observe how they speak but as mutes                                                
The seem to be fluent in the language of love.
                                              With one look of an eye he knows to place his hand on hers.
With shudder she knows to move closer.
With the distance no more than an inch
they know to let their lips
Speak all the love they have.
I observe.
They speak this language fluently but as mutes.
I can't.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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