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by Sunita Fernandes
why is it that every time
my mind thinks the thought, my lips

why is it that every time
your mind thinks the thought, your mouth

your stained teeth look like
discoloured tombstones for lies that
are laid to rest within the hollow of
your putrifying soul.

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