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When poison wells, frustration swells,
comes to the boiling point--expels,
and the world slides inside and you fill.
Brimming over, without safety of cover.
The world slides inside and you fill.
Bitter anger, bursting danger.
The world slides inside and you fill.
When to that tipping ledge you reach
and can't return you may beseech
my hands that fold around your heart
and hold to what wants to fall apart,
when the world slides inside and you fill.
I will be here, I will let you spill.

Reviews

[melissa]

great detail:)