Every Careless Word

Sticks and stones

Decay, erode,

But words explode

In timeless tones.

 

The butterfly causes impact,

But we think it’s ours to decide

Which words live, which words die,

And which words we’ll take back.

 

Flesh is dust eventually,

But our most foolish thing,

This, our loosest string,

Becomes our lasting legacy.

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