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Thousands of words with, Diverse meaning. Convene together, to releate a feeling. Twist them little, they will make bleed. Twist them more, and there spring a new creed. An ocean of sounds, But none ascribe me. To embellish a constant ramble, voices starts to play scramble In this expanding tangle. How to become amble, like a perennial flow. Words are finding, their true meaning pretty slow. Dreaming an oasis in the dessert of differences. A world where inferences, spread beyond the sky So one can converse the language of I.
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
Language of I
Thousands of words with, Diverse meaning. Convene together, to releate a feeling. Twist them little, they will make bleed. Twist them more, and there spring a new creed. An ocean of sounds, But none ascribe me. To embellish a constant ramble, voices starts to play scramble In this expanding tangle. How to become amble, like a perennial flow. Words are finding, their true meaning pretty slow. Dreaming an oasis in the dessert of differences. A world where inferences, spread beyond the sky So one can converse the language of I.
Sometimes words can't express what one wants to say.
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
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