The rasp simple
we both answer
when asked behind which we pour
affection
the one with the biggest salute
from the bin of winks
You are a cup I am a manacle
scabbing your face
the pears of your eyes threaten cringe
I want berries’
purr in our mouth
get the cliché drunk
like soap
in the mouth the good idea turns bad and foams
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