Prompt: A time you were tempted to do something you feel is wrong
It's standing there on the tip of my tongue,
Like a pearl in a shell.
We both know what I say is wrong,
But it's sour words I sell.
You take it down just like a Sweet Tart
And won't ask anymore.
It's in your mind and I know it too.
You know who I'm selling for.
I do it to bandage wounds of others.
My scars just bleed out.
I can't take back those sour words,
Too late for truth now.
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