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people pass by me in a haste,

while I keep on looking ahead,

bearing the sun, my nose gone red,

I lick the cage of my mouth to taste

 .

words that don’t appear, not a word leaves,

my tongue wriggles, giggling,

tickled roof of mouth, I can’t believe,

my teeth automatic on my lips nibbling

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I am linking it up with G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.