I have been chewing on your lip
Tasting bitter flakes of skin
And a salty sunrise in the east
I have been chewing on filters
Tasting arsenic and cancer
Lacing cotton between teeth
These words are grotesque plastic
Melting as a twisted conversation
Their shape is madness and rhythm
Their stems are thick and I sharpen my teeth
I have been chewing on your lip
And I taste dirty tavern floors
A cocktail of dust and blood.
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