delicately between your teeth and your tongue
it's cradled between what was and what might have been and what might be
words
speaking
writing
preaching
living
talking
comforting
scolding
...................................
listening
to the words that pour from where i hold them
between my teeth and my tongue
or crammed down the back of my throat
or lost somewhere between thought and sound
they pour forth to reach you
them
the world
the brokenhearted
all the people that dare to listen to the words
don't forget the power you hold so gently
between your teeth and your tongue
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