soap

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I feel the soap bubbling up.
Climbing its way up my throat.

Bubbles in my mouth I try to keep down.

The suds spill from my mouth like dirty words.

Words I wish I could take back.

Words, I wish I never said.

The soap suds bubble and bubble.

I can not keep them down.

Will I ever shut up?

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