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Riddle

I am the currency of tongues. Imperfect
tool, deadly weapon. Through me you trade
the world for meaning. I stand between lovers
like a sword. When I say lamb you lie down
and bleat. Many wish to become me – artist,
healthy, President, invisible, traveler
. Believe me
at your peril. Only the dumb know my secret.
Posted 05/19/17
Published in B O D Y, September 11, 2012. http://bodyliterature.com/2012/09/11/lea-marshall/
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