His words take up shape,
Rise up like mist,
Not afraid to take a certain form,
They roll out and spill out.
Her words swallowed back,
Afraid to peek out of the dark corner,
Afraid to cut and tear,
Her words crawl back in to the shadow where they belong.
Their words sang out,
Make a beautiful chorus,
The words sway back and forth,
Together rising and falling.
A chorus of whispers,
As you pass through a dark corridor,
Chanting a prayer for protection,
Your words against theirs
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