WORDS
There are words he wishes he could carry with himand hold out to others as gifts, and words made of wind and sunshine that settle inside his life like little friends.There are words in books that break out into songs and dancesand don't seem to care if he's there or not, and never-ending words with never-ending meanings that make sentences slidedown hills to the sea where they disappear and leave him standing and shaking his head.
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