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gluttonmouth

May Seventeenth, MMXXVI

strongly, softly, spoke the swayer
words a sweetsong melody

quietlips coughed quietly
  continued smaller-than-before

shiversick stuckstepped suddenly
  i'll stay put, true and hold my tongue

you can hear it if you listen
you can see it if you look
if it's the best foot put forward
another follows; speaking truth

drank it up, drunk gluttonmouth
  through the greedy gap-toothed grin

he takes you at your word
  as he singcelebrates your sins