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LOVE IN TRANSLATION
As subtle as irony
Our movements spell
This intrinsic need to
Shout out the geography
Of this language that we
Alone do ardently translate
Tender words I have read
In the alphabet of your touch
To the beat of syllables
From each dear smile
I verbalise our devotion
To love in translation
Deserts nothing that
Mere words can convey
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