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Nov 2014
Each individual's eyes have a vocabulary and language unique to its own.
But days passed, weeks, and these weeks grew to months.
Your language was one I spoke fluently, and I mine was the same.
Though as I look in your eyes tonight.
I wonder if you can remember again.
Escalus
Written by
Escalus  Thomaston, Georgia.
(Thomaston, Georgia.)   
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