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Nov 2013
I say it in a poem
because I can't say it out loud.
Because                                             I won't.
the embarrassment of your
I like to be the one
doing the
I imagine the way
your eyebrows would
furrow together.

The way
you'd find an                                   excuse
                                                        to leave.

The way
would feel.
Filling my mouth
with the coppery
taste of blood.
Sewing my mouth
shut would've been
less                                                     painful
than this.
Circa 1994
Written by
Circa 1994  Florida
   Chuck and Lizzy
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