The tip of my tongue
Is burning with apology
And I find myself choking
With the smoke
Every time I want to speak
-sorry for being the way I am
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
Fifty Six
The tip of my tongue
Is burning with apology
And I find myself choking
With the smoke
Every time I want to speak
-sorry for being the way I am
