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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