#1758

I’m sick of poetry but I need you to know
I spit prophecies and exhale spells
my teeth are bared behind my smile
and if I open my mouth who knows what I’ll conjure
there’s a chorus in my throat and a crowd behind my eyes
but
you don’t want to know what they say
and
you don’t want to know what they see
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