Let fly the unquiet tongue

  The Unquiets   Let fly the unquiet tongue on the tip of their wagging wisecracks champing at the raw bit of metal fisted in mouth. Between the teeth a harrying of buds over worried words slew. Slewed with lewd and metaphysical. Startled points of view rarely reach beyond huff of fetid breath. Over wondering. …

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