My heart is a pelican beak.
Opens wide but never sings.
Conceals what the tongue cannot survive.
Drips salt from truths left unchewed.
A pouch tucked with fishbones,
straining to sift the indigestible
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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Comments1
This gives a good deal of food for thought. Here picking a bone means biting one's tongue. Quite the read that is thought provoking
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