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Words by Angela Manalang-Gloria

I knew I was already wrong the moment I said that. But I can’t take it back. That’s the tragedy of speaking too soon, the folly of wanting to hurt you first before you can hurt me. Can a poem heal all wounds?

Angela Manalang-Gloria

I never meant the words I said,
        So trouble not your honest head
And never mean the words I write,
        But come and kiss me now goodnight.

The words I said break with the thunder
        Of billows surging into spray:
Unfathomed depths withhold the wonder
        Of all the words I never say.

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