Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
Gum
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...
The soft underbelly of newborn crustaceans was it?  Or the impressionable innards of seaside mollusks how about?  Skittering horseshoe...
Lost lasting happiness with A quick stroke of evil   It's easy to recall That willowy September night   A screaming match Haplessly lit...
Your grasp slips wetly Rope fraying beneath your nails My own scrabble matters not In the face of your hopelessness   Love you love me yet...
Mirror mirror show me the woman Of the womb that birthed me Nurtured me and sheltered me   Mirror mirror find me the woman Of the blood...

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