I brew my words in the heat of the moment
they scald your mouth
burn
the tip of your tongue
and you swallow your words
with mine
Chipped words, crooked lines...
I brew my words in the heat of the moment
they scald your mouth
burn
the tip of your tongue
and you swallow your words
with mine
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November 16, 2011 at 3:15 pm
jessicamarie19
What an awesome opening line! Great description.
November 18, 2011 at 5:31 am
ddivaroren
Thanks, Jessica