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Tongue Tied
The words that tell my story
To the depth it should be told
Have buried deep inside of me
And spread through flesh and bone.
I cannot catch a single thread
That isn't so firmly tied
Around my mind and lungs and heart
That if I pulled it out I'd die.
That's why forming sentences
Is ripping me apart
And as for explaining anything
Will I ever get the chance?
But just as does the lio...
Thursday 4th February 2021 9:58 am
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