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i stand in front of the mirror
practicing these foreign words
that my lips
don't quite
fit around
and desperately
searching for
a meaning
a translation
to satisfy this
prematurely verbose passage
or maybe i am
searching for a distraction
so that i
never have to learn
what these words
mean
-n.c

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