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I cherish your words
like children,
I watch them grow
within my heart;
some may heal,
and some bring joy,
whilst others may,
tear us apart.
Each one of them,
brings joy and pain,
with each a gift,
in equal measure.
I hold your words,
the nettle grasped,
may sting my soul,
but each I treasure.
© Cherishing 02.09.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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