A fire, a sword, doing you awful harm?
No! These words are too loud and shabby!
A pain, well-known like to eyes - a palm,
Like to lips - a name of a dear baby.
Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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