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mother tongue

you cut my
tongue out
string it with
flowers
and wear it
around your
neck as a
medal

of what i've
done
or what i
haven't done
and what i
might become

to the
point
where i
lose track
of truth
and
fiction

taking my
tongue back
i feel the
crippled
words
slip out
like
gravel



KLC, Iran
7/12/01



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