Molly Bianca Gross
2 POEMS
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Finally writing about licking. Not a tree or a bud or a moon. Just licking.
A piece of wood, plastic, the roof. Tongue moving towards licking.
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3.
Love walks in on marbles, bright and smooth, and pops in my mouth.
Don't bite or swallow. Kick love, kiss love, Soft, faint down, lay down
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