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/1/
With a furiously veined left hand
I prick the bubble with a sharp nail
And reach for the splatter with my tongue
Bitter is all I taste
My mood goes limp, cold too
And when my name is called

There is only that taste
It lingers long 

/2/
Someone spoke to me in stomach rumbles 
Another in snores and yet another in clicks of the tongue
We translate these sounds into taste
And like the bitter 
It lingers long 

 

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