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Faded words on a restaurant table
Faded words on a restaurant table. Fragments of feelings that are better able to convey my feelings than I am to an audience of you. The truthful words form in the pit of my stomach, but they taste bitter so I swallow them like the water that stabs my throat as it goes down. I look at my food, but I cannot eat, I’m uncomfortable in my seat, and I shift my eyes away from the intense stare of yours that are bright with words that you’re begging me to say as the words melt away in the water under my glass. © EXCEL
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