A Tide of Words
A Tide of Words
Whispers that flow
As if to the sea
In streams of the people
The people once me
The anchors of all
Our gossip held dear
The last hope to fall
And first pain to hear
A once buried treasure
Now open to view
No secret stays secret
With so many I held true
Almost a currency
An exchange of lies
With more and more fluency
Yet no one dies
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