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A lament
The words are snatched
From the tip of my tongue
They turn to ash
As they leave my lungs
The cogs in my mind
Grind to a halt
As the words vanish
Into a fog
Sometimes when I speak
The words are switched
And they cause damage
I don’t know how to fix
So I clamped my tongue
And sealed my mouth
And watched as seeds of sadness
Began to sprout
Dawn & Dusk 
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