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Sticks and Stones

As needles on skin. Mimic of rain on glass. So are the razor blades, of words without class. As venom on tooth. A winged creature's sting. Of cutting knife's speech, No good thing can bring. As a lover's betrayal. A friend turned foe. Things tend to follow, like vocabulary's blow. As stones meant to build. A substance from which is fed. Take care what is chosen. Rather, whats needed to be said. -Angel Fatale-

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