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Moistened Ear

Y’know, mate,

that brings to mind

a word I read,

from Attic Greek,

an ancient text,

spoken right

with a tap,

no voice,

on teeth.

– that mine?

I’ll grab the

next – But as

I said, this word

– I’ll grab the

next – this word

is fleshed in

mouthy script:

this tap (on teeth,

as said before)

forms with spit,

and spills the lips

– shit, your shirt,

I splashed a bit –

This word

– fuck, I said

my bad –

This word

I read from

Attic Greek

– I’ll pay a

tad – It spills

– your drink,

again, my bad –

This word

– what’s that,

hello? –

This word

– hello? –

can spit.






 
 
 

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