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Softly, at the Edge of How I Feel

Softly, at the Edge of How I Feel

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Softly, at the edge of how I feel, I come to you with lips pressed tightly to hold the words inside my mouth. I’ve tasted them so long that the sweetness has a bitter edge. I cannot swallow them down or spit them out. I want to speak them into your mouth, to let them go and have th…