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Mar 2013
slack jawed in a puddle,
my tongue hurts from making you melt.
claw marks in my arm,
you’re certain I’m here for your pelt.

killing myself with a string,
telling the truth with some bugs.
the loose teeth are rotten, not ripe,
I inch around like a slug.
Johnny Nikoloudakis
Written by
Johnny Nikoloudakis  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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