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The Language I Speak


There is a secret language

That I have made

That I speak

That I write with

And everyone else speaks

The same language

But nobody understands,

Nor can they translate

The words in which

I'm speaking. 

 

Unless you're a good

Friend of mine,

And the language barrier

Is broken with a sledge hammer,

Who knows?

If I have the energy

If I have the willpower

If I have the strength and care

To do so, I could

Teach you the words that

I speak in my native tongue

So that you could understand

So that you could translate

The words in which

I'm speaking. 

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