tiny teeth, pink tongue
tasting dirty snow.
trying out dirty snow
and the savoring of inside out rain.
the soft and cooling spikes,
the torrential seared mist:
feed on it. try it out.
tiny teeth, pink tongue
grind and swallow
from the far edge of belief
the jumbled jumble of matter
embedded.
try it out. fifteen times,
try it out.
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