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What are words worth
when we wield them as weapons?
We whale on one another,
whisper wicked wishes
We're wretched wrecks
Why?
We were wonderful once
Weeks waxed and waned without worry,
warm and willing
Where are we now?
Waiting, weary
Welcoming winter.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday
