Hiding Words
My words hide in my throat where I choke on them.
They usually don't come out,
sometimes they sit on the tip of my tongue waiting
for a chance to spill out,
but they can't, they never get a chance to.
Instead they go down to the deepest places of my mind
and sit there waiting.
Just waiting for a chance to be spoken.
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