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Sometimes, the journey

from my brain to my

mouth takes a longer

time than is necessary.

Half of it falls to the

wayside along the way

never even making it

past my lips.

It’s in storage–vaulted

tightly,  the keys

to its freedom

seem to lie with

me, yet often,

hacking their way

past my lips

is a difficult

and perilous

process of

unshielding my

person for all to see.

Sunrise and bungalows with lagoon. Bora Bora. French Polynesia.

Sunrise and bungalows with lagoon. Bora Bora. French Polynesia.

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