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LITTLE TEETH

 

pleas

pleas all around

and let there be

     please     and more please

 

we just want to breathe

     and forget

 

we can't even move

     we are haunted

 

we know you didn't want to

 

that little town

was so small

     it barely held us

 

know     this is not by chance

 

     you made pies

     you dressed like a boy

     you smiled

     you had little teeth

 

◄ JESUS WHY

PLEASE ►

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