I have two mouths
One for reason
Other just to swallow
Insatiable mouth
A baby's mouth
Craving milk
That creamy, sticky fluid
As the journey begins
Fanning the droplet out
Out
And if my mouth remains
Empty
Empty by constrictions of
the values I obey
I'll be throwing up blood
Again
In a week or two
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