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Words at play

I'm holding on to a sentence no matter how long it runs. Without punctuation, the story is aways late. I envisioned a book with names for calling pages and pages still no answer. an exchange of ideas through a volley of words just trying to get a point across. A line with four corners that's the shape of a pen.

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