I always need something in my mouth! It's irritating. I forever suckle mints and kneed chewing gum with my relentless jaws, my happy tongue, just to stave off the feeling of emptiness.
I like the feeling of a heavy palate softly made into a bed by eagerly popped syllables, awaiting memory to seek them. The call of questions bursting from their swarm of pillows... And when they shrivel and wilt like lettuce groves in August's fever, I pace unwillingly in empty hallways and mangle my heartbeat in search of an honest tune.
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