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Sep 2013
There's an eye in my mouth
All-seeing speech

There's a noise in my throat
A voiceless breach

There's galaxies in my fingertips
And something outside the window

I used to kick the sickest spit
Now I just sit and stare, though.
M Clement
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M Clement  Oregon
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