Teeth Biting Tongue
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With every lie born on a trembling tongue,
my sharp-edged teeth, bite a piece out,
Oh, the pain of words unworthy spoken,
a battle fought, but the trust is broken,
In the mirror of honesty, I seek to find,
a bridge of grace, to mend the bind
I wish my tongue to be gentle, wise,
In the glow of dawn, where virtue lies,
for in the dance of honesty's embrace,
my heart can heal, and find its place.
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