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Instruments of Pain

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"...et nos cedamus Amori." -P. Vergilius Maro

Sticks and stones are vicious things,
The hurt they bring intense.
Whips and chains make chosen pain
In careful increments.

Words are better -- stronger tools.
Brutal, ruthless, savage.
They break no bones -- those truths, those lies.
More potent is their damage.

Your words, my love, they changed my life;
I died the day I met you.
You said you loved me, said, “Forever.”
I wish I could forget you.

 

 

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