BOOMERANG

I hurt from your words  that ricocheted.Wishes of longing belch out of your  mouth  and then  it reluctantly calls each of them back to gather in your mouth.I spend days and months trying to search for them, but they carefully hide  beneath your tongue as you roll it to emit hopeless words. I long for those phantoms,as I watch them recede back in your mouth. But you’re too far to look for those inconsistent declarations  behind your lips, hiding between your teeth,  and sometimes swallowed  by your dark soul.

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