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they cant all be

good words

some must be

jagged and irregular

some must sting

and burn

others will be heavy

but will secretly dream of weightlessness 

there must be words

that die at birth

gasping for air

giving up the ghost

to words more eloquent

and there will be those 

cliches

the ones that huddle together

for warmth and comfort

they smile

but it falters

they are frayed about the edges

some of them

fit like old jeans

broken-in and

pleasantly destructed

but wholly unsuitable

for appearances in respectable society

so no, darling, they cant 
all 

be good

pearly
words