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Jan 15
In the realm of words, we weave our
fate,
Meanings shift, as contexts create.
Purpose and usage, a delicate dance, Lives described, in every glance.
From our lips, spells are cast,
Echoes of the present, shadows of the past.
We build and break, with every phrase, In this spellbound world, we set ablaze.
Subjugated to the words we choose, To uplift, to bind, or to bruise.
Spellcasters all, in this grand play, With words, we shape the night and day.
Timothy Charles Carter
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