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Sep 2012
Words are
ripples in a pond,
though, they
linger
longer in perspective and
latch on;

a virus.

What
dwells inside a solitary
droplet that
does not
dwell inside a
downpour?

Your intentions vibrate
synergistic to
sound-waves.

Your words
poison,
pay attention: have
patience

Sometimes,
silence is
strong enough.

Learn your
lessons, move a
long,

don't shoot
the messenger along
the way.
Chloe Sayre
Written by
Chloe Sayre  NJ
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