Words escape from lips,
Unretrievable, like the seeds
Of the black orchid in strong
Wind. At times regrettable,
Foolish, frivolous, contrived,
Unnecessary, without thought;
Requiring a response of great
Magnitude that bears not
The resemblance of flowers
Unborn, but rather weeds smothering
The course of good, killing beauty.
Better left unsaid, locked away,
Never to be released. Contemplation
Of leaving wordless, worthless words.
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