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My Words

I wish my words flowed on paper like music in the still air.
That they were warm, comforting
As if the smell of hot chocolate, steaming had been pressed on the clear white surface.

I wish my words could bring close an emotion.
So fresh and strong that it burnt out your chest leaving an empty hole of longing.

I wish my words were wise
Like an age old teacher sharing life lessons,

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