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Jun 2014
Every time
You say my name
I can see you
Holding back razor blades
Through clenched teeth
And I ask myself
How do you not
Slice your tongue open
And let the words
You really want to say
Pour out
You are like a tornado
And we are the lone tree
In the middle of an open field
Hoping to not get blown over
Matthew Hundley
Written by
Matthew Hundley  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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