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Feb 2017
Not uttered by lips
In souls depth found
Not just thrown around
Said to heal the broken heart
Words doth break or make
Words of love
Words of courage
Words in rage
Took back not
Till ends words all we got
Never be harsh with words ita an arrow from a bow a bullet from a gun
Yet it could be an angel with a healing touch cost nothing just a beating heart
ajit peter
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ajit peter  chennai
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