Words provide no nourishment or comfort, there is no love in words.
Words are impassive, tools of our emotions, shrapnel of our minds. Words have no feelings, they do not care.
Words paint a thousand pictures, when eyes cannot suffice, ears begin to hear.
Words begin where imagination left off, when hearts have grown cold, minds weak, words will fight.
Words survive, words wrestle and win wars, words bring back echoes of the past, full of colour, and hope.
Words. Who needs words?
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