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Nov 2010
Lathering languity,
I watch the clishmaclabber trip
and stumble over your teeth.

The shimmering floss is wound
deep within your pit,
Pulled and worked with every
Flick of your tongue.
meh.
Written by
Carolina Lombardo
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