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May 2018
three words
on the tip
of a nervous tongue
the not-so-subtle
trip
down a worn out
throat
the words pour out
hot
(like if my body
was the stove)
burning any semblance
of
                           proper
judgement
Written by
Helena Abondano  F
(F)   
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