These words at the back of my throat.
Lingering on my mouth and knocking on my teeth,
They sit on my tongue and keep trying to get to you.
I swallow them and my eyes shut in revolt.
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Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
spilled ink.
These words at the back of my throat.
Lingering on my mouth and knocking on my teeth,
They sit on my tongue and keep trying to get to you.
I swallow them and my eyes shut in revolt.
