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Apr 2017
I slid your words down
hoping they would glide down my throat
but they cut up the insides of my mouth
and rested there on my tongue
so next time when someone spoke
I spat the shards out and wounded them
watching their white turn red
and I saw myself in their eyes
and I heard you when I opened my mouth
so I swallowed my hatred and left
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