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MUSINGS
ACCEPT THE IRONY THAT LIFE IS UNFAIR, BUT GOOD
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TONGUE
Small flame
under the roof
of a mouth.
You devour
You cleanse
You tell honey
from vinegar.
You speak truth.
You speak slander.
You soothe
with a kiss.
You bruise
with a word.
To the possessed
you are the gift
of enlightenment.
To the dispossessed
you are the scale
of judgement.
Small flame
under the roof
of a mouth.
Tyranny knows
your hiding place.
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