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If I could burn my words
and throw their meaning to the flames,
Perhaps I'd cease the fire off
and water myself when the language blames.
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A syllable crisp and dark,
more beautiful than cold ash
Means more to me than sound
or the clarity of a lightning flash.
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Too dangerous to try to mend,
too permanent to dare mistake,
Far too much trusted upon it,
Far too much is at its stake.
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How peaceful would life grow
without these mindful games.
How easy would hearts pump,
If my words would be in flames.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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