Crisp, pristine gum lines
contour thoughts best kept behind
my complacent blue eyes,
secretly smirking.
I’m the symmetry of her
perfectly pearly off-whites.
She smiles too much.
And I can’t speak,
uncomfortably happy,
my murky mouth is
calling her name.
Oh, the words I would say.
Spewing seemingly meaninglessness,
she melts it all.
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