April 2012
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"What is my tongue if it is not my tongue?"
Dear Loneliness, there is a cup of coffee in another room; leave me to my wine.
Dear Tenderness, I need you; I don’t need you.
Dear Memory, I have dipped my hands in beet juice and maple syrup. I can taste them now. They haven’t left my tongue.
- The Noumenon Revelation
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