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it's there
on the tip of my tongue
waiting
it's so afraid
of even moving an inch
so it stays safe
right where it is
my heart is pounding so hard
and all the blood energetically
rushing through my veins
is trying with all its might
to get me to say it
my eyes bore
into the green and orange flecks
searching for the place
where you maybe feel it too
that place on the tip of your tongue
where all things sit
that we're too scared to say
