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I have been clenching my jawFor thirty years,And it’s beginning to acheIn a placeNot even a surgeon couldTouch. To theUntrained eye It might lookLike a smileThe way the muscles tense up Holding the poise ofThe poison everSo slightlyIn betweenThe bite of myTeeth. I hold still so as not toGrindItTo death. I’m worried if I let…

The soul can replenish itselfIf you let it. You must waterHerEveryday,First thing in the morning. EarlyWith the sunAs they tickle the cloudsA gentlePink. You must give her spaceTo breathe.But the inhalesMust beFull.Nothing around her waist.Nothing touchingThat soft,Supple stomach until it expandsTo the tipsOf its reach. There must also be roomFor exhalationEnough time forpowerfulTransverse muscle webTo…