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The words not spoken sting more

The words not spoken sting more, like thorns hidden beneath an umbrella of red petals masking sun's glow — a manmade division between us....

What a spell, the poem

What a spell, the poem like a sorcerer's wand waving in the air and hanging there — captive under its reverie. What a command, the poem...

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