By Kyra Lambert
Please say to me,
I find you everywhere
I smell whispers of you
Sliding past my crooked nose
If I reached out
I could perhaps pet the part of
Your shoulder you can’t reach
Like I used to
I saw your teeth the other day
In someone else’s mouth
And the instinct to rip them
From strange gums
Was almost too strong to resist
Please say that to me
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