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Babble of tongues on the beach, To my right Italian, I can listen and the lilt admits me invisibly into their world. To my left Greek, Incomprehensible, a barrier with occasional chinks where I recognise clues. Behind me English, Different accents Allocating places and prejudices. You change your accent as your clothes, casual to be accepted. For me you put on your finery. But which is true? Which is the real you? I know your tongue exploring my mouth caressing my skin.
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Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
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Babble of tongues on the beach, To my right Italian, I can listen and the lilt admits me invisibly into their world. To my left Greek, Incomprehensible, a barrier with occasional chinks where I recognise clues. Behind me English, Different accents Allocating places and prejudices. You change your accent as your clothes, casual to be accepted. For me you put on your finery. But which is true? Which is the real you? I know your tongue exploring my mouth caressing my skin.
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Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
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