Spined Teeth

I am an empty shell, carry me to the grounds.                                                                                                                                 I am the shelf people place books onto                                                                                                                                       but not read as one, boxed with memories, dogeared with saliva.

Law students would be jealous of my own rules,                                                                                                                         washing onto the shores of the beached houses,                                                                                                                 wandering around like a smile looking for it’s lost teeth

Found, blind sided by my own dose of love,                                                                                                                             golden flowers wildly appearing next to the graves my mind                                                                                                           has so wonderfully dug themselves into                                                                                                                         underneath the old pollinated oaks

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