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Jun 2013
Words flowing from my mouth like liquid mercury
Coiling, and slithering through the air
Coalescing into the minds of others
As notions of charisma

Speech becomes a means to an end
A tool, to be used for gain
To control; to chain the individual with emotive language
To subvert with honeyed syllables

No longer is the master wordsmith an artist
But a con-man
I like words, they have so many different combinations and variants
But I guess sometimes this isnt always a good thing as, ironically enough, words can conceal meaning
Ben
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Ben  Albany, Western Australia
(Albany, Western Australia)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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