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the words inside of me

never stop boiling;

the heat beneath them fueled

by years of clenched fists

and angry pulses of the heart,

but when my mouth opens

to let the simmering words

 stream out,

wanting to burn my tongue

and scald your ears,

all that flows out is steam


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