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af Jun 2
Why does my tongue
Hurt and burn at the tip
Cause the words laid on thick
Pink bumps swell to come out

There are some things
I will never say to you
That i will always want to
But i let them blister on my lip

I swallow letters
And as the acid  tears
Apart the phrases i
Chose to never say,
I bite my tongue till
The words are painted red
af May 1
what do i know about summer?
the fire always burns the brightest
af May 1
what my spirit holds is so
much more than the vessel
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