i’m watching
your mouth
pebbles
plinking
out
trickling over
your
soft pink lips
spilling
onto your lap
over your
hands held
open
like
why
why
can
you
not
be
what
i
need
plinking
gravel
onto me
onto the ground
clunking
heavy
hard
echoing
plaintively
and me
with my
hands on my
face
holding
me
holding it
all
back
in
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