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Pry them open, Grasp their lips, Pads of fingers tight, reddening. Biting. Teeth slipping, scraping, ****** cut on a lip. Botched. Clams are shut tight. Otters break them against stones. Rocks as tools. Non-forbearing, animals– Steam them softly. Slowly rise the temperature. Never hurry. Slight opening. Gradual.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:40 AM UTC
Feelings, shutting em tight like a clam
Pry them open, Grasp their lips, Pads of fingers tight, reddening. Biting. Teeth slipping, scraping, ****** cut on a lip. Botched. Clams are shut tight. Otters break them against stones. Rocks as tools. Non-forbearing, animals– Steam them softly. Slowly rise the temperature. Never hurry. Slight opening. Gradual.
© Joan Reed. CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:40 AM UTC
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