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Jun 2013
Words can be sprinkled over anything
They describe, they encompass, they detail, they define, they refine
They express love, they make love, they end love, they are love
Words shield children from the harsh and expose men to the truth
Words are like gold powder covering a varnished surface.
They make something already slick- glisten.
Venturine is to wood as Words are to the world
Written by
Steven Fried
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   Kyleigh Anne
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