Language, like the mouthsthat hold and releaseit, is wet & living, eachword is wrinkledwith age, swollenwith other words, with blood, smoothed by the numberlessflesh tongues that have passed across it.Your language hangs around your neck,a noose,

Language, like the mouthsthat hold and releaseit, is wet & living, eachword is wrinkledwith age, swollenwith other words, with blood, smoothed by the numberlessflesh tongues that have passed across it.Your language hangs around your neck,a noose,

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