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Words can flow. Or they can not. Words can rhyme, but they might not. Words tell time, love, and feeling. Words make money, or the lose it. Words bring joy, and bring anger fits. They cause laughter, or may curse, or could pray. The powe…
I slide my finger thruogh the dust, A world so small, rattled by my hand. Carving lines, drawing a rose. How unpredictable life will be, When someone else draws a rose in mine.