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Jun 2018
tangled in my mouth
and
past my lips
are words I dare not speak.

anything but words
I
mean to say
and what I do not mean.

vines that grow like weeds
I cannot
breathe
I cannot
speak
it suffocates me
punctures lungs
and
tears the heart
until
I cease to be.
Lost
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   JL Smith
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