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The Clouds Upon Your Lips

Pink clouds float amongst your face as lips. The power these lips hold is immeasurable. Much like the clouds hold water until releasing it into rain, the lips hold words waiting to be spoken.
Our words hold power, same as does the rain. Our words can nourish that which are bathed in their melodic hymn and they can also destroy. Words can drown that which can not swim or float fast enough to keep up with the pounding thundering waves of violence. Words that are strung together with anything other than love have no place here. Not today. Not right now. Right now, these lips choose love.
| Blush Rose |

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