Through My Teeth
words I push through my tooth, tooth, teeth.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
I fear those impulsive stumbles
of thin words and empty observations,
The air of comfort smothered
when receptiveness falls in doubt.
Concluded by farewells and ends
between fairweather friends,
blank conversations fall
from moment to memory.
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