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Sydney Ann Jul 2015
Sticks and stones
are what my soul
will run to when you're done

your words do drill
a deep cold chill
until I'm brittle to breaking


Roses are frosted
all flowers in bloom
close up with cold tears
they run from you too
Sydney Ann Apr 2015
Sticks and stones
for fear-filled bones,
I was shaking from the start.
Your words could ****
or keep me still,
but your silence tears my heart.
For the whole series check #stonesandroses

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