Words are like

November 15, 2023

Words are like broken glass and sometimes like cotton candy.

If you keep silent, it will stick to your mouth, if you talk,

it will hurt your mouth. I have traces of words that end before they even begin.

Who do you think you are, honey bee?

You are basically my everything and my dream.

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