Words can be shot like poison dipped darts.
The tongue a searing flame.
Able to cut and let bleed.
Wound and infect.
A veiled killer.
Never velvet but iron.
Destroyer of worlds.
A serpent selling venomous sweet honey.
Caustic.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(17/02/2013)
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