When I used to be congested
I coughed
and spat
with all my might,
but at this moment
my plugged drains
with a flick
of your hair,
no more need for splutter chucks,
all types of plague run off
when you swish with
all of you.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
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