The Feel Of Teeth...
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Eric Cockrell
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tired of sweeping the floor
of an empty house...
he flew with the swallows,
from chimney to god!
and laid down with wolves,
just to feel, to know...
the nearness of flesh,
and the feel of teeth!
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