Memorizing the formations of my lips
The clicks of my tongue
I let the words settle in my mouth
Like the sweetest of sweets
Coating, comforting
I swirl it over and over
Sure to get every last ounce
Of truth out of it
Before I swallow
And let it become a part of me.
The words will comfort me
The words will save me
The words will find me
In my hole, in my heart.
I tell myself these things
Coating, comforting
I tell myself these things.
They wash over me
Like the warmest of seas
And I will try to wholly believe.
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