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mouth

in front of the pen,
sometimes within the reason
how many? how much?
what have I got to loose? feed me mother
come to me wise sailor/plankton/protein
silenced: not closed, just never opened
never closing even if it eats decay
OMG, is that a cold sore?
hurl it, chunk it, barf it just spit it back out
make them form words
like a road kill alphabet soup
make it count, make it versed
make it…eloquent
pinch your lips in best interest
it wasn’t me that killed him,
it was his left brain that took coup
And when nothing makes sense,
make it feed back
to where it all came from
to where it will all go

rectum

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