nightmare glass

Sick with the witty lip nip tuck
Crunchy like a bit crush
Nightmares are stuck to the gums
Can't speak sweet
These teeth devour sour sentences
This beak is titled from paradise
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Power is a vice
I make power moves
Say the name thrice in the mirror, like how cowards do
Only difference is the will to act on intention
Peer past the glass and inspect the reflection



Credits
Writer(s): Samiir Saunders
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