Words
My bod although small,
my words are way greater,
i use them with caution,
for I know their flavor.
I use them to eat,
I use them to barter,
I use them for pleasure,
I use them to fonder,
They come just as easy,
yet also much harder,
they prove to be infinite,
for they are eternal.
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