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The Silenced Throat Before The Truth
Licking the fingers of red oil and salt. Wearing his canvas without socks, So I saw him go for greener pastures abroad, With no passport_____ Fire is set in the armpit hair of the man Who outstretches his hand Across the blazing fire to taste the milk of giants! Oh! Mama could have controlled! But his wings were tough enough__ His words flamed higher on coals As his stories were hot enough To be told_____ Then I saw him for once; When he got stuck under a heaped sacks In the travel sea house That he pounced on fallen food in silence Till the unfortunate gate Fortunately denied his ...Read the full of The Silenced Throat Before The Truth