if the lines that frame my too-thin-lips
spelled onomatopoeias in framework
like comic-blurbs I felt myself
miming in bold
...
Each paragraph unparralled
a speech spoken far too spiratically
in words that only fingers yelling
"Come Hither" can say.
...
I'm too tired to spell it out for you
in fifth-grade-solo-standing-style
too young to perform in solilique
contimplating in consonants
too eager to let you walk away.
...
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