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Nov 2014
your spoken language,
each letter
engraved onto the under surface of my skin,
visible to my (non working) eyes;
the eyes that I (blindly) look at you with.
your spoken language,
running through my mind
like heiroglyphics,
whose codes cannot be cracked.
words are un solved puzzles, sorry bout it.
Hannah Mary
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Hannah Mary  Australia
(Australia)   
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