Allow Me to Spit

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Allow Me to Spit

A Conversation With the Sense
Glass Wave
Allow Me to Spit
Chewers of Time
Prostitution
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Spit is turning into acid
around the mouth lingers a foaming drool
the tongue is a rotating propeller
to the spit that develops
I know exactly where!
Allow me to spit publicly
So that I will not drool on myself (completely)!

AuthorLidija V. Kekenovska
2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments