The punter sweated on top of Marina, his lips all over her young body, his tongue slipping out from rows of crooked teeth, pushing hungrily from between his shrivelled lips like a clam from a shell, a bottom feeder searching for salty nutrition.
Tom ConradTags: prose nutrition crooked tom-conrad clam crooked-teeth novel-in-a-novel
Idle war of head versus heart
It's always this way
My head is weak it always speaks
Before I know what it will say
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