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Dry Mouth Society
And we draft…
Parkinson's law was muted while I barely lost and found an elevator to a higher self,
stairs didn’t match inches tall,
bother my infected ankles,
Bowling ball, un-addressed
kicking house corners,
said I am cleaning well,
dear f*ck neighbor !!
Attempted a refusal of such words,
self-goal-keeper-fault,
but automatic biting was a default,
at this dry mouth, I am whispering commands,
lips didn’t sync and counting corridor steps,
Artificial Intelligence, that’s right,
at the end of the day, I will be swearing to a new God.
And you, might grow into a plastic plant.
Not a Xmas version, sorry.
I water every day, with the drainage of my mouth.
Kissing you,
2100 luv end ker for grammer.
Under the toilet mirror.
Love.
Strictly.
Only.
For.
Me.
Signed below,
where no one could see.
The narcissist that runs the show.
