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All my life I've had my tongue curled
Sloshed spit in the grooves of my gums
Slight sounds of smooth circles
Are the ones i knew stood out
Woke others from their sleep
At least once I can remember
With a person from another life
though
Someone I've always seen in this one

Always a little over conscious of that sound
Or perhaps the way It bounces off my own drum
Sometimes I forget, I can
Speak with conviction
But mostly im whispered
Whined, and unwilling
To let you hear it
Wanting a write instead of a tongue
And only a note when we have to
Shrilled and vibratoed
I wish I never grew those bumps