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Words which refuse to queue behind wisdom
Words spoken in low tones,
Wit in disguise
Words which reveal secrets
And say there’s nothing hidden under the sky
Words which express regrets
A sudden realization
When we suddenly become aware that too much has been said
Words which probe a soul
And tear a strong heart to pieces
Words which hurt
Starting a journey of no return
A soul’s pain isn’t same as bruise
Ointment can’t be prescribed
Words which lurk
That they were not spoken do not mean they do not exist
Words which open doors
Words that push us to exist
Words which tell of a departure
Goodbyes are often not palat