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I'm Sorry

When I run out of words to say, I say, i’m sorry

There is a lump that permanently lives in my throat

Welling up to be something great

Getting stuck in the twists of my tongue, waiting for the right moment to pounce

But there is never a good time to shapeshift into a predator

Syncing my teeth into my prey, with confrontation


-Marlee Porter

 
 
 

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