every grudge sitting neat,
legs crossed and waiting
patiently/impatiently
on the tip of my burned tongue.
only, it has reached a point
in time and two decades and
two years; i am waiting for it
to be cut out.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
every grudge sitting neat,
legs crossed and waiting
patiently/impatiently
on the tip of my burned tongue.
only, it has reached a point
in time and two decades and
two years; i am waiting for it
to be cut out.
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