They can lift you to the heavens or push you straight to hell
Sharp as a knife, soft as a feather
A moment of healing or simply destruction
Wielded like a weapon
Soft as a blanket, tough as nails
A friendly welcome, a cold shoulder
Lurking behind closed lips
Fingertips on fire
Tossed about without thinking
Consequences forgotten
Scattered into the air
Never to be taken back
The scars invisible but run deep
Be careful…
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