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Wounded by the chattering sounds
her childhood dream, hath been drowned
by whispers people spun and found

Gossip lips ripped her to threads
whirling lies in what someone said
truth not found but damage done

uttered noise outside her door
sounds destroy her, whose out there
the stories multiply so much more

Wicked whisper, little flame
in crimson colors, such a shame
words can hurt, please send the rain.

remove the gossip, bring the light
moon shines, into the night
whisper leaves, the slate colored white

By girlsisy

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