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in the soft whispers of our shared parlance sometimes you struggle to pronounce but with every glance, your mannerisms speak a silent language, tender and meek the way your eyes light up with delight turns ordinary moments into pure light the rings of bells, the whistles of lips whispering secrets in sweet little quips each sound a treasure, a melody spun we dance through our days, just two becoming one with every soft murmur and tender embrace you turn fleeting seconds into a warm space.

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