A pair of blue hands interlocked with some fingers spiking upwards in both directions. Their nails are painted neon green.


There are forgotten words.

Words that make it to the lips,

But no sound is released.

There are purposeful words,

Words that get stuck at the throat,

But only a smile appears.

And then there are painful words.

Words that are lies – firing rapid bullets.

And these are the very words,

That make it past the lips.

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