My words thrown at you ignite
in your hand.
burning like a hot potatoe
that turns into a ball of fire.
You threw them back at me.
My words that weren't meant to hurt
explode in my hand.
I wish could crumble like ashes
and be scattered with the wind.
If I had just thought before
throwing out those words
in the first place.
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