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Feb 2018
i do not care;
my mouth
is made of moths.

they have no mouths,
no tongues, no

i could not cocoon
my lips
if i tried.

i do not care!

why do they
will me
to speak.

my moth mouth,

moth *****
empty closets
fur coats.

i don’t care.
they cannot eat.

i cannot eat
any more

i flutter
around the light, but
i am never

moth mouth
girl, what
are you doing?

you care. you care.

my mouth,
(trying a different style.)
Written by
mari  22/F/canada
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