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Words work their way into my soul Filling the gaps that hardness stole A beautiful form of art The speaks love, sadness, and other emotions to my heart Beating in time Many mountains they climb and people they teach Spoken in different tongues In my head Words are flung Different meanings Still, Many lives words should fill
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
A Form of Art
Words work their way into my soul Filling the gaps that hardness stole A beautiful form of art The speaks love, sadness, and other emotions to my heart Beating in time Many mountains they climb and people they teach Spoken in different tongues In my head Words are flung Different meanings Still, Many lives words should fill
kaila-sullivan
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
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