A word, a traitor,
escaped the fortress of my teeth,
a rogue syllable, a rebel sound.
It danced, a clumsy jester,
in the silence that followed,
a ripple in the still pond of conversation.
The air thickened,
a tapestry woven with unspoken meanings,
the threads of intent tangled and frayed.
Was it a Freudian fall, a hidden desire,
a truth too heavy for the heart...
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