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Take the words out from my mouth please chew them well, don't spit them out Swallow them deep into your throat let them circulate, let them float into your mind, into your heart with my words          inside you, we'll never part         and if the time comes that you should speak in sharp punctuation across my cheek know that I might, for a second, hold my tongue before it unfurls    and becomes undone it might lash out in a burning sting from the shock of              the lexicon that fervor brings but then rage will melt upon our lips in satin threads                  of fire that burn their tips and no temporary storm will declare our pain in language sacred, and then                profane I'd rather bind my lips to yours let the waves rise up            on speech's shores let the tides of forgiveness spill out in phrases as the moon whispers bliss in hidden phases and we'll forget our periods and commas and grammatical structures as polished vernacular       turns to animal lustre as we slide to the floor verbal cannons unfired,                              unheard finally at      a loss for              words
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Eat My Words
Take the words out from my mouth please chew them well, don't spit them out Swallow them deep into your throat let them circulate, let them float into your mind, into your heart with my words          inside you, we'll never part         and if the time comes that you should speak in sharp punctuation across my cheek know that I might, for a second, hold my tongue before it unfurls    and becomes undone it might lash out in a burning sting from the shock of              the lexicon that fervor brings but then rage will melt upon our lips in satin threads                  of fire that burn their tips and no temporary storm will declare our pain in language sacred, and then                profane I'd rather bind my lips to yours let the waves rise up            on speech's shores let the tides of forgiveness spill out in phrases as the moon whispers bliss in hidden phases and we'll forget our periods and commas and grammatical structures as polished vernacular       turns to animal lustre as we slide to the floor verbal cannons unfired,                              unheard finally at      a loss for              words
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
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