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Feb 2016
you saw me
scattered
on the ground.

between
my pieces
were cheerful puddles

of the rain from your face
& the soap i used to
wash

my mouth.
i sweat a lot &
it's still so cold.

sometimes the teeth
aren't helping us much
to say the unvoiced-

to
untangle the tongue
from

what we don't
sincerely
want.
Written by
Pea
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