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Fingers Eager to Pinch
Smiling isn't easy anymore these days;
You open your lips, they ricochet
like that of a sly fox, lame with uneducation;
the ground beneath your soul is hard to break through;
it's granite ground; research is a necessity
to determine its structure, learning the remedy,
yearning to change its chemistry, to soften the soul;
reality ought to be tough and tangible
like a buffallo's biltong;
fingers are eager to pinch it
to test its emotion.
