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Poem about how words can alter a life. |
| A wealth of words inside me begging for release Yet when I grant their freedom their numbers just increase They slip away angelically or as hatefully as sin Branding those they touch as my enemy or friend Encasing power to tear down and to also build They are my sword of choice One I often wield The reason for a broken heart or for love to begin Words will surely be my making or my breaking in the end |