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Jul 2012
Chewing on glass
I broke every bottle that I could get
my hands on.
Chewing on glass
I'm never satisfied with the blood that pours
through my teeth.
I shoot a fine stream through
the gap
and it's all fun and games.
I like how it stains my teeth
and every other part of me.
Forget late,
I never bloomed.
J Klein
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