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take my words
Take my words
Gently
As a thorn-crested rose
Beauty
Shielded by doubt
Shivering
In its self-ness
Caress my words
As infants
Seeking
Sustenance
Toddlers
Tumbling
Over one another
Adolescents
Unsure
of their meaning
Challenge my words
That they
May be honed
Matured
Aged
In the silent cellars
Of poetry
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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