10/5/10
Raw at its bare pulp
An idea is:
Simple,
Oft trivial,
Seldom silent,
Always passing,
But ne’er in control.
Fleeting thoughts flow
From inception to finality.
However, even perfect smiles bare teeth,
And such armories long for kissing flesh.
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