an apology
tangled in people's tongues
flipped upside-down
and inside-out.
but, our's made us open our mouths
to the whitest pearls we've ever seen.
hatred for pity,
but their's had to be said.
i don't know which apology would be
the most hurtful to be heard;
one from me
or
one from you.
me to me
or
you to you.
you to me
or
me to you.
-n.d.
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