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there is a language that has no words and when it's quiet i learn its vocabulary with you there's a structure without tense in the way we lose ourselves in time the present quickly becomes past so what's the use in saying things like what was, what is, what will be-- we are and we will and our heartbeats are loud enough to drown out the clock there's a statement without sound and a destined kind of dialogue between your hands and mine because we shape hopes and fears born out of our old battle scars-- but intertwined, our hands lose spaces and suddenly, there's no distance between your lips and mine there's a message without medium and we don't understand how communication transcends how nothing is verbalized lingua francas aside, we are speaking in this silence there is a language that has no words though it might have a name i think i'll call it love.
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
in our silence
there is a language that has no words and when it's quiet i learn its vocabulary with you there's a structure without tense in the way we lose ourselves in time the present quickly becomes past so what's the use in saying things like what was, what is, what will be-- we are and we will and our heartbeats are loud enough to drown out the clock there's a statement without sound and a destined kind of dialogue between your hands and mine because we shape hopes and fears born out of our old battle scars-- but intertwined, our hands lose spaces and suddenly, there's no distance between your lips and mine there's a message without medium and we don't understand how communication transcends how nothing is verbalized lingua francas aside, we are speaking in this silence there is a language that has no words though it might have a name i think i'll call it love.
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
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