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I don't write them anymore I say I've lost my words But in truth, they never left Bubbling under the surface of my lips Like sweet blisters of hope, confusion and rancor I am really [only] a living dictionary My thoughts like a river My mouth like a hose But you always say stop. So they just sit, drying up While I breathe through my nose.
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
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I don't write them anymore I say I've lost my words But in truth, they never left Bubbling under the surface of my lips Like sweet blisters of hope, confusion and rancor I am really [only] a living dictionary My thoughts like a river My mouth like a hose But you always say stop. So they just sit, drying up While I breathe through my nose.
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
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