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I never knew that
Words can hurt.
Or suffocate.
They sometimes blow you
High in the sky,
Sometimes they bury you down
Under the ground.
They embrass you
Or flatter.
They make you cry
Or laugh your head off.
They can cut deeper than
A knife ever could.
They can entertain you more than tickles.
They are so powerful that
People should beware to use.
I've learnt that
You have to learn how to swim through
The words
Not to drown under them.
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Dedicated to Phoebe. Thanks for calling me Şevval. ;) Check out her story! xx
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White Memories of A Black Life
Poetry"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For mos...
