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Show me the way
I'll show you
my jaws.
Teeth what grasp
skin what folds
bones what bend
to words
breaking not.
Let it be still
still so pretty
those shaking words
angry
If it's still pretty
no lease held
permanent residence
yours is mine is yours
yet the jaws grit tight
against
angry unspoken
while outwardly
radiating
hoping
you might
understand what why
when
without words breaking out
nasty teeth raking
silence
hidden
Fly straight
leap long
holding onto
dreams and song
Hoping for
a gain
in toil
if desired
the effects shortcoming.