Monday, April 28, 2025

NaPoWriMo 2025 - day twentyeight

Sometimes I talk too much.

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(I have entire conversations in my sleep.)

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Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

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The limit of my world is the limits of my language.

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No ideas but in words.

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You are not your words.

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Are you talking to me?

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You have the words of life. Or death.

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I’ve wanted to tell you that for so long.

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It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.

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Come; let us reason together.

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The right words in the right order?

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That’s enough, now.

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Use your words.