Mouth A Little Dirty

Damp pages smearing ink into worthlessness with every gentle turn

Unseen mysteries ruined like our story.

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I’m the last option

Previously second

They wonder why I don’t use my voice more

Then bury me while I’m still talking, dirt in my mouth

Hello.

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