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By sweetbrother
It rolls thickly from my lips into your reluctant ears. I offer it boldly, perhaps to earn a smile or even an embrace from you. As a child I learned of its frighful unyielding power, that I could use it to move mountains, to seek a meal or that embrace from you Later, I learned to use it brutally to cut, to wound; I didn't know, not yet, the violence in it until someone used it to bring me, sobbing, to my knees Now I wield it gently; it is my toy used to bring cries of delight and then, applause There was an April morning when I briefly lost its power and I thought my life was over But it returned to me, forgiving lover that it is and with great care I nurture for it is the very essence of me. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 09:09 AM PST 0 • 10
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"It rolls thickly from my lips..."