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Jul 2015
Do I say too much?
Do I spill words like water overflowing a cup?
Unnecessary waist
Somehow, words left unspoken are like water too.
Slowly boiling, stirring something up.
I must spill in order to control
the heat
They lay there
naked and blunt
You've heard me now.
Do you forgive me?
Josie Anderson
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