With These Words

With these words i could tell your story. Give it to me in detail, ill give it back, a wishing well. With these words i can raise the dead. when horror and regret meet to take one another in, waltzing their courtly dance, it damages, such pain hum a tone so melodious. One can overdose on emotion. i could rise you from the dead, bringing you to realize, you stopped breathing, and make you remember the day. Make you remmeber why this food  taste of nothing, and your thirst never tire. I could lay your restless soul to sleep, drying those watery eyes. I can set you free. With these words, i can give you peace, in a piece of paper, that you can but in your poket and take with you, so you always have sanctucary. Truth that you can hold in your hand, so nothing is distorted or twisted. For better or worse.

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