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by Edmund Colell I love your mouth. The firm scrub of your teeth against me. Your tongue slobbers gobs of glee. I love your… something… south? * Fuck it, I don’t know poetry. Maybe you don’t expect sweet and clever things from a wad of gum. For all the years…
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