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#Dictionary

There is a dictionary Of impossible words Which I seldom use Yet, I keep it safe Nearby Everytime I hear Words from distant places Alien To my telluric ears I look up word by word Page by page Mostly the meaning That is lost in translation Sometimes sighs of my mother As she…
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#Uncouth

I may have inherited My mother’s stubborn spine That which doesn’t bend Not an inch And although I inherited her fire Yet, her words are measured As mine are uncouth I broke away from the sugars And the taste of bitter almond Lingers, long after a kiss Subtle…