They say that coffee stains your teethThe acid lingers, turning them yellowIt stays, long after the coffee itself is goneCan...
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I am not unacquainted with deathKnowing the limitsof body, of boneThe marrow, though youngcan still witherThe laughter, still ringingcan goI...
I’m not meant to live like this. giving power and proof to an idea that lives in the gaps of my teeth and...
Again. It's such a simple word.Slips off the tongue easily enough.Ironic, again and again and again,I heard it slip off...