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I chew on these words until they're gray

And tasteless

Pebbles between my stained teeth

Debris on my tongue

 

I roll them around to feel them clack

Against my incisors

Cleave them in two and

Spit them out

 

I pinch the little balls between my fingers

Flat and grooved

Stretch them thin but strong

Elastic to wrap around us

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