words, words can strike and maim and kill. funny how they have an ability to proliferate, multiply and twist in ways too many. then to come out from those you thought were friendly. and each whispered syllable, jagged-edged sword cloaked, rings through the masses. weaving, weaving. nicking bits from imaginative wits then creative monster takes the reigns. suddenly there dawns a time to be invisible.
invisible.
we each of us have flaws too ugly to mention. in daylight, shiny and bright, bear these scars self-inflicted. in borrowed light, high on stereotypes, some of us lose too much reflected. dare they throw the stones to break these bones. yes, they do and throw they do. swish, swish. fall of another pariah at the hands of black rain. till time forgets and pariah is invisible again.
invisible.
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poof goes the magician, thin air, thin air. precious nothing under all that pretty hair.
poof goes the magician, thin air, thin air. precious nothing under all that pretty hair.
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Great work.
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