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Jul 2014
The words she crafted
Slipped through her pale fingers
To dance upon her smooth flesh

The phrases were deaf
To her orders to flow from her lips
They simply ignored her frail voice

They wound around her neck
And she choked on their power
For she now came to the realization

The words were never hers to command.
Xyns
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