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Aug 2015
there are rotted roses
twinged between my teeth --
little prickles
but flowers, god ******
petals in my mouth --
soft and fleshy bubbly
love wings

I wonder what war
might taste like to me --
exploding cures
and frostbite, god ******
cold sores in your cavity --
brittle and hopeful hallow
swallow crowns
Jagger Bowers
Written by
Jagger Bowers  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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