Tongue painting colors too bright to digest.
Truths depicted that would otherwise mix into rotten ideas on the walls of my head.
Swirling around in debate as to whether or not play dead or fly like a moth to a flame attached to the sun.
Landing in a pile of ash from the heat of judgment lay the aftermath of my best secrets kept worst.
Realizing the swirling debate is...
Best kept "in the inner workings of my mind"
(C) Elizabeth Zsamboki
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