Gum. I,
Breath freshener. I,
Sweet and tasty, till
Spit, forbid
That heavenly warmth
Of being used,
Onto the winter earth,
Ground into flatness,
Losing my wrinkles,
My color,
My soul.
Gum. I,
Breath freshener. I,
Sweet and tasty, till
Spit, forbid
That heavenly warmth
Of being used,
Onto the winter earth,
Ground into flatness,
Losing my wrinkles,
My color,
My soul.
