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We treat the word
like it's
dirty;
an obscenity;
a forbiddance;
and we are children again,
letting the very first inch of our innocence die away
as we add it in, little
embellishments
of hushed swear words
in our sentences,
resisting,
daring
for the first time
in our young lives.
Who's gonna say it?
Who's got the guts?
Who'll end up taking the risk
first,
by a fraction of a second,
as the other is reaching for it?
Some childish part of me wants
bad
to give in;
indulge in those young thoughts...
Bad words
These are bad words
and no one can stop us
from saying them
like it's
dirty;
an obscenity;
a forbiddance;
and we are children again,
letting the very first inch of our innocence die away
as we add it in, little
embellishments
of hushed swear words
in our sentences,
resisting,
daring
for the first time
in our young lives.
Who's gonna say it?
Who's got the guts?
Who'll end up taking the risk
first,
by a fraction of a second,
as the other is reaching for it?
Some childish part of me wants
bad
to give in;
indulge in those young thoughts...
Bad words
These are bad words
and no one can stop us
from saying them
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