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a bitten tongue
my worst mistake
choking back the words so needed
limits made to be exceeded
epiphany
perhaps a coup de grace
regretting every moment wasted
sickened by the hate i've tasted
from abundance of the heart the words cascade
outward signs no longer masquerade what we feel inside
a gaping mouth
words flow like cyanide
poisoning relationships
and killing trust with dagger lips
a turning point
that seems always for the worse
what else would have you suggested
syntax ruin manifested
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