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Je t'aime

Your lips come to rest
gently atop mine
and I feel the words
I Love You
simmering beneath their surface
You speak them
and touching as they are,
my lips like marionettes
are moved in time
with each syllable.
Your declaration
becomes my proclamation
without me ever
having uttered
a sound.

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