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Jun 2019
It comes fluently
Like a first language
Guilt is the accent I've learned to hide
Letting lies slide off my tongue and fly
Like birds released in a breeze
Can never be seized from the sky
I wish it wasn’t so easy
But the muscles in my tongue have been trained in resistance
Enough to push the weight of all my secrets underneath it
Petra
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Petra  19/F/Vancouver, Canada
(19/F/Vancouver, Canada)   
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