I sweat
and swallow
into the night.
cringe
at the light,
lay low
and be quiet.
words
are silver,
unpolished but
holding
what needs to be
said,
to be made
right.
not now though.
maybe later.
maybe never.
I don't know.
Friday, April 20, 2018
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