Lisp

I take a med

That gives me a lisp

My tongue feels strange

A little crisp

It buzzing in my boca

Like bumble bees

Against my copa

Of wine

I dine on tacos

With salsa

In our old place

Memories sting of his face

My heart ache-ths

 

 

 

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