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Time Warp Handwriting against your page Strings of pearls, flavor your tongue. Let me taste what I cannot touch. It may take days; Iíll give you months. The words will flow, my love. I feel them, nearly, to myself. I know in a few (months? years?) we can both understand our ending. Let this be our penultimate moment (day? month? year?) Let it last. Leave it inside me. I like to feel what I cannot say.