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just words.


I am words.

Just letters bunched together, like sheep in a pen.

Innocent, harmless, innocuous, sterile.

Words. Words with meanings, words with power,

words that can create pictures in your mind, and music in your heart.


With hard words, spoken harshly, yelled, screamed, thrown at you,

I can make you cry.

With soft words, coated in sugar, pretty coloured, and sweet sounding,

I can make you trust, even when I lie.

With wrong words, spoken at the wrong time, said unthinkingly,

I can destroy what we had, what we might have had.


With the right words, said at the right time, to the right person,

I can show you my heart, my soul, my love,

create the key to unlock your heart, to break down your defences, to expose your hidden feelings.

I can create worlds of magic and imagination for you, and make them real,

peopled with unicorns and dragons, fairies and butterflies, and stars that shine like your eyes.


I can beguile and arouse you, simply by telling you how beautiful you are,

how lovely you look, how much you mean,

how my world does not exist, without you as part of it,

how I don't exist, without you.

Words. I am...

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