A Heart with Empty Pages

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The words they come up,

they boil and bubble

but they can't get past my throat

they try to escape

seep through the lid, and over the plate

but they always get caught

they try to overflow

cross the floor and burst through the door

but they get stuck, and they can't cross the lump

ask me anything--

I'll blabber and chatter

but I can't form the words 

of goodbye.