test

Testing the microphone. The lips the teeth the tip of the tongue. The lips the teeth the tip of the tongue. Some nights I’m ready to roll out the barrel. Some nights I hide in the corner. A lover of the limelight, and the silences in between. Praying for the balance of yes and no, of company and solitude, of gratitude and striving for more, of light and dark.

And always, always, remembering those nights. Some nights. When someone else is the one to bring me back to that all important matter of who I am, who I am, who I am.

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Writing project prompt: Test

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Write at the Merge prompt:

I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am

from Fun, Some nights

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