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What is the theme of the poem, my tongue is divided into two by quique aviles? my tongue is divided into twoby virtue, coincidence or heavenwords jumping out of my mouthstepping on each otherenjoying being a voice for the messageexpecting conclusionsmy tongue is divided into twointo heavy accent bits of confusioninto miracles and accidentssaying things that hurt the heartdrowning in a language that lives, jumps, translatesmy tongue is divided by natureby our crazy desire to triumph and conquerthis tongue is cut up into equal piecesone wants to curse and sing out loudthe other one simply wants to ask for watermy tongue is divided into twoone side likes to partythe other one takes refuge in prayingtongueenglish of the funny soundstonguefunny sounds in englishtonguesounds funny in englishtonguein funny english soundsmy tongue sometimes acts like twoand it goes crazynot knowing which side should be speakingwhich side translatingmy tongue is divided into twoa border patrol runs through the middlefrisking wordsasking for proper identificationchecking for pronunciationmy tongue is divided into twomy tongue is divided into twoi like my tongueit says what feels righti like my tongueit says what feels rightby quique aviles

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Which excerpt from the war of the worldseffectively reveals how the author relates the climax of the narrative through the narrator's thoughts? the war of the worldsall this had happened with such swiftness that i had stood motionless, dumbfounded and dazzled by the flashes of light. had that death swept through a full circle, it must inevitably have slain me in my surprise. but it passed and spared me, and left the night about me suddenly dark and unfamiliar.and then, with a renewed horror, i saw a round, black object bobbing up and down on the edge of the pit. it was the head of the shopman who had fallen in, but showing as a little black object against the hot western sun.at that time it was quite clear in my own mind that the thing had come from the planet mars, but i judged it improbable that it contained any living creature. i thought the unscrewing might be automatic.my mind ran fancifully on the possibilities of its containing manuscript, on the difficulties in translation that might arise, whether we should find coins and models in it, and so forth. yet it was a little too large for assurance on this idea. i felt an impatience to see it opened.