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56 Tongue The tongue you speak plays, learns and unlearns your mouth, conjoins soft flesh of summer fruit: peach, apple, amulets of kiwi, spearmint leaves, strawberry tips. At each slow turn of the fan you take from your lover’s hand a little nip in the late night’s tingling draft. Sounds you want to repeat at the core of revolving planets melocoton, manzana, tiro de limón, colors speak taste from this side of the wall to the other: chewing on desire, your lips move, silent anagram, cold opal of the fruit bowl on the table. ...

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