by Ben Heins
And in that mouth,
in that black hole
of dangling stars
I’m staring at so many things:
your teeth, pink inner-cheek, tongue.
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by Ben Heins
And in that mouth,
in that black hole
of dangling stars
I’m staring at so many things:
your teeth, pink inner-cheek, tongue.
Continue reading
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Hawaii Pacific Review 