What is that lodged in your throat?
What is that stuck in your teeth?
What is that lying on your tongue?
Dead.
Festered.
Rotted.
If only you had let the words live.
Have throat bring breath to blanket them.
Have tongue touch teeth to dance with them.
You wouldn't feel so rotten.
You wouldn't have this bad taste in your mouth.
You would be dancing.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
What is that lodged in your throat?
What is that stuck in your teeth?
What is that lying on your tongue?
Dead.
Festered.
Rotted.
If only you had let the words live.
Have throat bring breath to blanket them.
Have tongue touch teeth to dance with them.
You wouldn't feel so rotten.
You wouldn't have this bad taste in your mouth.
You would be dancing.
(you should be dancing)
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