Do you hear what I hear?
Like nails pounding in a fence
So are the words of a gossip
Spewing forth, piercing another
"What kind of people are they?"
"Don't they have any consideration?"
"What filthy slobs they are!"
Like a horse without a bridle
Our tongue and thoughts wander
How does one steer them?
Words thrust forward like a knife
Are they true?
Are they kind?
Are they necessary?
Nails are for boards, not flesh
A tool for building not wounding,
conversation, intimacy
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