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are such drinking
fountains strange?

tumult of ghosts
with rough mouths,

now yellow with
age, who came to

slack thirst. it is
difficult to put

my light lips there;
all my teenage

fears flowed from
hidden wells. all

dubious with what
was in my mouth.

carbonation, all
those bubbles,

were suspect.
dry glottis,

cracked lips,
dusty throat.

the drinking fountain
would mock me

as i passed. just like
the shark i too

would keep my mouth
open, never finding

satisfaction in what
passed through.

in dreams i find
a well, my cleft

hooves mark a
line, and i suck

in something, horror
that turns my very

bones to slop
and stew.

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are such drinking fountains strange? tumult
of ghosts with rough mouths, now yellow with age,

who came to slack thirst. it is difficult
to put my light lips there; all my teenage

fears flowed from hidden wells. all dubious
with what was in my mouth. Carbonation,

all those bubbles, were suspect. dry glottis,
cracked lips, dusty throat. the drinking fountain

would mock me as i passed. just like the shark
i too would keep my mouth open, never

finding satisfaction in what passed through.
in dreams i find a well, my cleft hooves mark

a line, and i suck in something, horror
that turns my very bones to slop and stew.