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We pass down a taste for the primal things. I study them, learn them by the way they feel in my mouth, call them by name when they begin to rise. Bit by bit, I wean my tongue and my stomach off old hungers, off the flavor of rage and ashes.
Posted at 07:33 PM | Permalink
Oh this speaks to me in such loud volumes. "...wean my tongue and my stomach off old hungers..." YES. SOOOO much this.
Tracy Mangold |
December 08, 2015 at 04:03 AM
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