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My mouth

My mouth is in such a state

That i don't know if i'll 

ever be able to give blow jobs again. 

It feels like a tow truck is flooring it

trying to take my gums to the impound lot. 

Please pelt me with painkillers if you see me. 

Throw them at me violently, so that I have to duck for cover. 

I have to keep my jaw slack for any semblance of relief

So I look like backwash from the mountain hills

slack-jawed talking like I have twelve marshmallows

hidden inside my awful awful mouth. 


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