I have crooked teeth
Inside a crowded mouth
And I’m running out of room
Your name sits on my tongue
And escapes in my breath
You left me poetry with your last kiss
Wedged yourself into the spaces between
And no matter how much I brush or floss
My mouth will never be clean

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I am a writer who writes and chases the one thing that always seems to evade me; true love.
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January 7th, 2015 at 5:56 pm
You’ve got outstanding stuff, Vera. I’ve really enjoyed your verse.
January 7th, 2015 at 6:03 pm
Thank you so very much! X