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it is from the ache for to taste words that i

can think them in my throat deep at back

and i breathe in the blood of them,

grope them for whiles, at least, till their shape

takes shape. i gulp, glottis-spasmed

great gobbles to gorge on, trust their dust

comes to life-saving rest on my tongue




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