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Words – Gail Vaccaro
Are not my forteUndermine my confidence,Expose my deepestInsecurities, buriedUnder layers of varnish. My wordsCome out wardsback Are honey in theoryIn practice, glass shards on my tongue Are a warped mirror thatReflects me not meNever come out quiteRight. That is notMean I what. “What do you think?”She asked. “Do you like him?” No. He is notRight…Continue Reading Words – Gail Vaccaro