I worry on him like a sweet that
hasn't melted away
where
the spit's gone grim and grimy
what is he but the sugar disc
under my tongue
hides in a sweet
spit pouch the secret
hollow under my tongue
escapists keep keys
in cracked teeth, sore
callused cheek pockets
caves in the gums and
hollows under tongues
thin disc still
tastes sweet tangy talks
to me unlocks
the hollow under
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