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Jan 2011
I don't know why my teeth,
Continuously seem to be preying
Upon my very own flesh:
Choking my words,
Devouring what I am saying.
I really can't control
Their spiteful, teasing tenses.
But it's starting to hurt:
My lip's swelling,
Alongside my senses.
Jessica Woodward
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Jessica Woodward  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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