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Words became friends,
others turned into bitter enemies;
they laughed, they cried, they bled,
in their togetherness
they formed poetry.

I love this segment so much! I wish more words would be my friend.

I also like the shadow turning into ink. Sometimes our shadows lurk waiting for that blank page to open it's self.

I am sharing this post into the Post-spot.

Thank you for your comment! What are friends except potential enemies? The shadows lurk; but when they become whole, it could be both a positive thing or a negative thing. Interpretation.