The words could’ve scarred my soul like a desolate, dangerous, dry dagger
People are always saying something
Always attending strictly to talking
Always sitting back to watch what others have to say
Always getting a new line to try on people to see how it will go
I would not prepared for the bad
It would’ve deserved this name
A sense could’ve came from those words
One that did not seem welcoming
Those words could’ve torn into me viciously
Then just like that
The bad became good
I can’t explain
That’s how it was
Their words were trapped in color and dazzled by clarity
Their words were lovely beyond thought
Their words were a perfect grand review
Their words were a piece of cake
So easy to dig into
So amazing to enjoy
They became a spraying fountain
An explosion of dazzling jewels
The supremest possibility in art or nature
Bewildering
Intoxicating
Intolerable magnificence
One cannot make words too strong
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