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Stones and Words

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SarcasticCupcake5

Published: Aug 14, 2014

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Sticks and stones may break my bones
and words will always hurt me.

Little stones leave dark bruises for everyone to see.
While words leave permanent scars visible only to me.

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ArwynRie

Aug 22, 2014

Bruises heal
Emotional scars ache forever
Good work with a deep thought!

[Came across this on The Daily Bread, answering the challenge of AlphaManifest and C-A-Harland ]

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