Words.

I’ve found, from pain and ponders, long,
Words, seldom weak, are often strong.
They may, in certain situations,
Win her love, or crumble nations.

Sharpened arrows, scented flowers-
Two among their varied powers.
Mind your tongue’s end destination,
Cold or soothing end sensation.

Wisely use these lettered foes,
Or be they friends, if well it goes.
Say her name, but lie, do not.
Succeed in truth….. or don’t get caught.

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Withdrawal.

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