Every letter is the same,
They don't make sense alone or bare,
Word is too but more attuned,
They could stand alone but had some wound,
But all of them is not one without the other,
or else it would look like — I would stutter,
Use the gift wisely to convey all things neatly,
then words would bring life pretty precisely,
But then comes Responsibility,
That Words and Letters are like a swords that shares hostility,
when used to some directly incorrectly,
could pose threat upon whom — then comes liability.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
Every letter is the same,
They don't make sense alone or bare,
Word is too but more attuned,
They could stand alone but had some wound,
But all of them is not one without the other,
or else it would look like — I would stutter,
Use the gift wisely to convey all things neatly,
then words would bring life pretty precisely,
But then comes Responsibility,
That Words and Letters are like a swords that shares hostility,
when used to some directly incorrectly,
could pose threat upon whom — then comes liability.
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