Wax 

My anger is a ball of wax 

Wound up tight in my throat 

And stuck to my bones

When I go outside into the sun

I feel it melt away 

All the anger I was sure would stay 

Turns into puddles at my feet

I fear the day that summer leaves

For without the sun

What else will melt 

This ball of wax stuck in my throat 

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