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Oh, this tragedy
called my tongue—how it is only
valued for what it learns,
for it’s skilled labor of language:

What good is a sense of taste
if I lack the means to describe it?
What is thirst other than the word itself?
A tongue without language merely
swallows
swallows
swallows.
A tongue lacking language is not.

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