All these ghosts that haunt me
Know what harm mere words can do.
They throw them at me to taunt me.
I never reply - it takes 2 to argue.
As I leave but an empty shell behind
There's not much harm words still can do.
Soar away, in search of peace of mind,
Leave all behind - it takes 2 to argue.
A giant lotus flower lends me a petal.
I wrap myself in till no words beak through.
For sanity, disputes might prove lethal.
I keep out of all - it takes 2 to argue.
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