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Feb 2013
Sometimes my mouth runs
and my mind ceases to
follow the incessant
rambling that spills so
ferverently from snapping
teeth.

And there are some nights my
    voice hides-buried so far into
my chest I've no choice but
to silence my tongue and
to scream in  my
sleep.
MKB
Written by
MKB  Two-Spirit/Out There, Somewhere
(Two-Spirit/Out There, Somewhere)   
717
   --- and Johnny Agape
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