This is a work in progress....
Big Words
Sometimes there's a recession
in between the feeling and the sound.
Once I speak it,
once it's slipped past the tip of my lips,
Even my long tongue can't retrieve it.
I'm like a frog, though more ungraceful,
poking and proding my juicy organ
into the stale air, to no avail.
However I can taste the silence,
the left
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