the accent fills my ears and
gushes out my mouth,
a truth spoken through teeth
so used to lies.
the yellowing enamel stands out like
a mail order bride
uncomfortable and mismatched in
such foreign settings.
Monday, March 16, 2009
March 15th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 12:59 AM
Labels: life, photography, poem
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