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  • if I could speak the words, you would
    hear nothing but my voice, a music
    unlike any before. so filled with hope
    and dreams. but I am stunned silent. my
    mouth agape with no sound, no medium
    for this stream of unabashed joy. so I
    must instead offer my touch, a pale
    version of what could be flattered upon
    you with my poetic tongue but that
    seed of exuberance you showed me has
    grown, made me bolder, and I now dare
    to let you interpret me through your skin.

    somehow, I think you'll translate me
    just fine.
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