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I’ve swallowed my voice, or you have- maybe when I dreamt that you kissed me. It’s hiding now, deep in the pit of my stomach, I know because I can feel it squirming and writhing when you are around.¬† Perhaps its ashamed. You make me say¬†things I should never say. And I hate you for it.