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The verbal word, with all its tone…
And body language, stands alone…

With the capacity, to rip you in half…
Or wraparound, A broken heart…

The sharpened tongue, used with malice…
Projects mini arrows, to tear down your palace…

Yet the softened tone, the seductive eyes…
Ignite devilish thoughts and peel away any disguise…

With sight of context, in the heat of the moment…
It’s all out in the open and A formidable opponent…

But write it down, carefully with thought…
Remove the context and the mind contorts…

The power flows, sometimes provoking rage…
Cuts to the quick and jumps right off the page…

Remaining so elegant, yet left wide open…
Makes your mind think, it’s all down to interpretation…

The desire of the reader, overwhelms any intent…
More power than a sword, into the imagination it’s sent…

And twisting all meaning, revealing your hidden desires…
Sometimes hurting feelings and lighting their fires…

Sometimes inspiring others, to greater heights…
Or words of hope and love, that comfort at night…

When reading cold, words assume power…
Whilst revealing intricate layers, like a blooming flower…

The written word, without any tone…
And no body language, stood all alone…

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