Speak words.
Words.
Words.
Venemous last words.
Sweet words.
Words of wrath.
Words of truth.
Spilling from your mouth,
Dripping from your razor blade tongue.
Words that cut.
Words that heal.
Words to choke my heart and puzzle my brain.
Awful words.
Speak no more.
I beg of you.
Speak no more.
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