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Mar 2019
every grudge sitting neat,
legs crossed and waiting
patiently/impatiently
on the tip of my burned tongue.

only, it has reached a point
in time and two decades and
two years; i am waiting for it
to be cut out.
Yv S
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Yv S  Agender/UK
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