"sometimes i know exactly what you're going to say...most of the time. the other times...you're just a stinker".
passing through the most complicated street in my neighborhood, i could feel my pulse in my dried out bottom lip. maybe if i pulled my mouth tight enough across my face, those dry lines would burst apart, letting the pulse spill out of my bottom lip and down the front of my jacket.
nahh.
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