There is a tree growing underneath my tongue, and the roots rip out my teeth when I speak falsely.
There is a tree growing underneath my tongue and part of it dies when I speak your name.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
An Open Letter To My Past Abusers.
There is a tree growing underneath my tongue, and the roots rip out my teeth when I speak falsely.
There is a tree growing underneath my tongue and part of it dies when I speak your name.
