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I learnt esperanto, morse code, backslang. I'd tell you when you weren't listening, sign it to you with your eyes shut, trace it on your back while you were sleeping, a tactile Chinese whispers. I'd breathe it on your pores like I thought it'd reach your bloodstream quicker that way and I thought it so hard sometimes I half expected you to hear it. Mi amas vin. Te dua, te amo. Over and over till you were painted in this invisible ink, and I felt at least if I wasn't a lover then I was an artist and I was making you more beautiful by loving you.