The words tangling and dangling just at the edge of my brain,waiting to be spit out
but to no avail.
Just like swallowing your own puke and occasionally someone's puke.
And as simple as that,the heart was torn.
We are the droplets of unvoiced matters, forming a puddle full of mud of our thoughts - forced out or poured down, it doesn't matter.
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