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Apr 2019
For the first time,
My mouth is home.
As I bite into the
Ever-so-succulent flesh,
I feel warmth;
Toastiness.

My mouth
Lubricates with every
Soft chew,
As my teeth
Gnaw at the bone,
Ferally, instinctively.
Kieran Messer
Written by
Kieran Messer  23/M/United Kingdom
(23/M/United Kingdom)   
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