In acquaintance of rhythmic solo, feeling loved never kept me this company. I've driven all emotions to the stamping of one feed. Never have I felt the movement of blood in vein, with my eyes I spoke words of feelings as I paved a way for engulfed sound of flute in the tearing eyes. Love hurts, but the pain of pronunciation filled the room silence, then the sound of snapping fingers. With my teeth tangled together, the walls hymn to the vocal sound of every breath taken. With my body, I composed a love song, all in thought of us.
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I would like to translate this poem
composing a love song, good write, thanks.