words are like birds
that peck at my soul
(the soul that's left drying,
out in the open)
and fly away
never to return
and sometimes at dusk
they land on my desk
and won't go away
even if I feed them
even if I plead them
words after all,
have their way
until they have my soul
they won't go away
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Yes but the same is also true wih looks, hugs, memories, music and feelins.
don't u think so
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