10000bananatrees
Writing. Practiced.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
halahala
In your presence,
I leave unsaid the words
you'd take as poison
it burns my throat
And I am turned blue by keeping silent
but at least
you can bear to see me
even if
i die a bit
with every swallow.
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