Sticks and Stones

What form are the words that leave your mouth?
Do you sour space, airing yesterday’s spoiled mistakes?
Does your listener flinch from flinty shards, falling as vengeful missiles?
Or, are you breathing delicacies that float gently, lightly glinting of sunshine?
Are your lips forming love like a bubble-blower sending happiness aloft?

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