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the mouth. source
romance is nothing
if you can't swallow it
that oh jesus in the swollen chest
i used to lay in a claw-tooth tub
and find god
no feet or pronouns just the
swelling
can't find it can't find it can't
like a gopher with eyes full of
crust
then it's there
it goes into me
it goes out of me
no more blue mondays
some people have said that fiction
is the way to say truth
but maybe using truth to say truth
is like water
no taste no color,
source and only that