Refined

I am not privileged to the raw words,
That you rarely utter,
But I am guilty as well,
But worse,
You sent me the ones that mean,
But less so than others,
Yet I never dared,
For the most part,
To say without thinking,
In the heat that I rarely work prudently in,
My meaning lost in lines unmoving.





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