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[..:: a poem by barrie wade ::..]
sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can also hurt me
stones & sticks break only skin
while words are ghosts that haunt me
slant and curved the word-swords fall
to pierce and stick inside me
bats and bricks may ache through bones
but words can mortify me
pain from words has left its scar
on mind and heart that's tender
cuts and bruises now have healed
it's words that I remember
posted by C.L @
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