Language is where the tongue fails itself over & over again. — Christopher Soto, Sad Girl Poems
Language is where the tongue fails itself over & over again. — Christopher Soto, Sad Girl Poems
Language is where the tongue fails itself over & over again. — Christopher Soto, Sad Girl Poems
Language is where the tongue fails itself over & over again. — Christopher Soto, Sad Girl Poems
Language is where the tongue fails itself over & over again. — Christopher Soto, Sad Girl Poems
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Language is where the tongue fails itself over & over again.

— Christopher Soto, Sad Girl Poems
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