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Aug 2015
your palm on my neck my back against the wall
hush you said

so seal my lips i did but seal
my lips is all i ever did and
when things go wrong still
you made me seal my lips

they
stay shut now

so even if you ask me how
my day went or how things
at home are or whether i still
or would ever love you -

my lips
they stay shut
stuck
Written by
stuck  broken shards of mistakes
(broken shards of mistakes)   
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   Earl Jane
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