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Big Mouth

I only speak the truth, my mouth unstoppable since my youth.

Saying things those I care for in trouble could get. Gossiping I haven’t perfected yet.

It will be the first thing that you see, the overwhelming anxiousness in me.

Not that I am without sin, I’m closer to it than I’ve ever been.

My lips thin and pale, open as if the gates of hell.

I know things that are no business of mine, once sealed fine will be this mouth of mine.

When you don’t see or hear my mouth moving, that’s when the thoughts are running rapid in my head. I’ll feel so much better after they’re said.

Jill L. Ware

I can’t believe I captured it closed 

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