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"That Womps" ~
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Other I just don't think we realize,
How careful speech should be.
To help to open our eyes,
And help our minds to see.
Perception without vision,
To grasp what one can't see.
To formulate a picture,
To see how things can be.
Once left our lips, they're spoken,
And never to return,
But echoes from hearts broken,
And ashes from love burned.
When kept, held tight, protected,
When silenced is one's tongue.
No pain to be reflected,
No wound cuz no one's stung.
It seems our hearts are opened,
Much less than are our lips.
Our mouths flung wide like oceans,
When will we come to grips?
-Lo Ruhamah
beautiful. all of it.