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She was built with words.
Her strength was in numbers.
Her allegiance to the roots of all
She encountered.
She never felt happy, truly satisfied
Until she knew that her words
Hadn’t hurt anyone.
She collapsed in a asphyxiating
Mass of words
Because their roots were toxic.
And later like a phoenix from
The ashes, she rose
And flew far away
To a place where brevity of words
Was respected.
She’d heard in that place,
Each word had its own purpose, existence.
Now she thought, oh how silly,
That her end that had once been.
Someone, she thought, should see her.


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