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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1571457

A poem about the translation of language.

Lingua est Fuga [Flight]

I take off suddenly as their mouths work as vapour;
A mess of lips, tongue and teeth. Clouded thought:
Turbulence. Air control.
Flashes of emotion aid me in translation.
Painful speech misdirects me. Laughter,
Lingua est fuga.
Destination.
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