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Linguistic Acrobatics

Love is an ugly word.

One that makes the mouth contort and twist round itself.

First the tongue must backbend before springing off the roof of the mouth to hover in midair.

Next, bared teeth bite the lip; scraping skin before the sweet release.

And the word floats like a promise of peace in the wake of violence.

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I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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