Jumbled Sentences

Your toothpick smile reveals
the proletariat memories
lodged between your teeth,
malt covered graves with
cities growing under the sound
of snapping bristles and
orbiting gargles.

Our history an unmapped geography of a brick shy sweating wall.

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