tripping
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Tongue trips my words.
Brain reconsiders the words after they fall.
Sound pulls them back to the depths, and they are not heard.
The words I wanted to speak worked hard to get to the tip of my tongue.
A passing thought while strolling through the dale.
With their limbs , on hikes , I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor splayed I spread.
Passing glancing, perhaps giant nemesis they were.
Blank smile
Bright eyes
Tell me one of your white lies
In the bathroom where time flies
Looking in the mirror like youre trying to see
The moment where it starts to slip
You start to trip
He told me:
"It'll burn like nothing you've ever felt
Don't cough
or sneeze
or do anything but swallow the drip.
And you'll feel like a god.
I swear you will."
So he rolled up the bill
