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♥The mystery of tongue♥ ¸.•*´¨(** I speak a language only You can understand, and I come from a place not found on the map. The heart itself. Though there are others who claim To know this of what I speak, Like a bird singing in an oasis Only you can hear me clearly. Our minds and souls communicate like white wine sips from a crystal glass with you, my heart sings daisy sky blue I speak love to you, And you speak it back to me. ¸.•*´¨(** © 2008 by _Patricia Etienne All rights reserved Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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