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Words
Words are shrapnels, they can
Pierce deep, while shattering
the heart into million
pieces, a shearing pain.
Silently it bleeds from
the eyes as tears' outflow.
Words are bandages
They heal and repair
Blisters of the soul
Like a soothing balm
Easing the trauma.
Words are tender
They lull to sleep,
Voice of mother
To her baby.
Words ignite
the fires of
a revolt.
Inspire
nations
WORDS.
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