Poetry is to be carried out only by day, the dance of words. Nights are only made to be traversed through silence. The quietude is lost in the crowd of words - what a gross crime I'm now guilty of...
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Poetry is to be carried out only by day, the dance of words. Nights are only made to be traversed through silence. The quietude is lost in the crowd of words - what a gross crime I'm now guilty of...
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my dad is putting together a shopping list, but he's doing it with voice-to-text so the room is dead silent and suddenly my dad, with no emotion whatsoever, goes "yellow cheese."
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No matter what mood I'm in, I see one thing that reminds me of how it used to be and I lose it.