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Jan 2015
I open my mouth to your tongue
and it forces its way in
slurping past my incisors
and licking the crevices between my molars
like a snake about to strike
at a mongoose's *******
oh my god but your halitosis
is enough to make me boke
copiously on my new hush puppies.
Edna Sweetlove
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Edna Sweetlove  London
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