A Talk

This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now It twist into snakes It drys quick It turns into a river stream And most days it makes me heave This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now It quakes when life leaves It stammers and splutters like crickets It is silent and Forgetful And most days it is torture to clean This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now And most days I'm grateful to have such a cursed tongue It wraps around my larynx and cuts my speech It becomes so long it reaches the pits of my stomach making me weak It hides secrets that no one Should Or ever will know

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