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Dec 2011
Words to despise
words to please,
words in disguise
and words in the trees.

It fades in the quiet
yet here it remains,
proof of the riot
clear as the rains.

This living soul
gives in completely
to love's divine toll,
singing sweetly.

Wondrous thy form
for it so teaches
the touch to be warm,
and softly it reaches

over the heart
and into its rooms.
Words from the start
wearing costumes.
Written by
Chelsea Gottfried
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