Gimme sentences.
Or words, letters, just commas if you prefer. Significant or not, it doesn't matter that much. I love them. That's the fuel of some engine hidden somewhere, they're the crumbs that help in tracking the way. Don't let that string come loose, its faint pull contributes in keeping this man standing. And in mining words out, in order to pile them up here. Carry on whispering on that red lawn of yours: each sound a thought, each thought a crumb, each crumb a step. Don't let me get lost, I'm just over the fence.
You're not the only addicted one.
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