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Words / Mots / الفاظ

at first
there were words exchanged
between eyes
in the millions
they became emails
five in a day
four
three
two
one email of five paragraphs
four
three
two
one in a week
a month
a year
an eternity

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d'abord
il y avait les mots échangés
entre les yeux
en millions
ils sont devenus des courriels
cinq d'un jour
quatre
trois
deux
un e-mail de cinq points
quatre
trois
deux
un dans une semaine
un mois
un an
une éternité

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پہلے
الفاظ کی ادلا بدلہ ہوتی
چشم بچشم
لاکھوں کی تعداد میں
وے ایمیل بنے
روز کے پانچ
چار
تین
دو
ایک ایمیل پانچ دفعہ کی
چار
تین
دو
ایک ایمیل ہفتہ میں
مہینہ میں
سال میں
ازل میں

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