Words were her art,
She needed a new start.
She started to shout,
But then it all came about.
Her words were only for you,
Even her tears too.
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
