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Today's Words



Today:
your words were
fingernails
inside my spirit.
That place inside
My heart
where
most of ME resides.
That place that’s full
and
bounces
when you fill me
up with
love
and I laugh;
no, I
giggle.



Words can be smooth
like water worn stones
but
sometimes words
have prickers
like thistle.

Give me your round
words
your smooth
stone
words
your
placid
cashmere
soft
hug words.

As for the
others,
careful not to
prick your fingers
when you
grab them by their
scruff
and
kick
them
out.


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