dirty mood this morning: the sticky
pulls the commissures
the chin
socks I finished swallowing
grief ball
spread of my body without the tar
feathers when a rabbit curly
to loose teeth
just nibble
the folds of my black skin
he whispers stuff
invents songs
tickles the hair
hull
cockroaches
I feel his flesh
romp
his teeth became
chalk
leave on my nostrils
trails sparkling
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