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11h
Just when I thought things were getting better
You snap.
A twist in words
Or slip in tone

And snap.

A word misheard,
Or left unsaid
Or said
Because either could make you

Snap

I never knew what to say
Or not,
And when or where

Dancing to the tune of your voice
Slower here,
Gentler there.
Always cautious,
Hovering over the faint line of
Pain or love.
Written by
Maddy
9
   Wyatt
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