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My tongue is tipped with
Words I’ll never say.
They haunt me,
Like Winter does Spring;
They tease me, like a
Summer’s breeze in May.

“I ____ You”

A probability of words
Equating the heart’s mean:
Hate, Love, Forgive, Resent;
The truth lies in-between…

-ChristinaDelCarmen