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Love Calls for Horns and Bullets 

I wish my mouth was a smooth 
empty cylinder, like a trumpet 
or the barrel of a gun.
My message blasted
straight and clear:
I love you.
But my tongue is a sopping rag, 
pinned behind a clutter of teeth.