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How long are your words
The size of a hand breadth
Stretching long like the horizon
On the coldest of sunsets
Sweetened in cinnamon
Or laced with malice
Do I detect
A hint of sadness
This is madness
Coy, cuddly words
Tugging at your lips
You think I am silenced
By your tongue
Your syllables kiss
Before they hiss
A liar awaiting
The wandering fist

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