elevated tempers loosen the cinch on allowable words wishy-washy thoughts spill, almost accidentally into speech like wilty carrots bending this way and that, never snapping, spongy, losing taste, do i even mean what i say, say what i mean but written words captured in ink or bits (the former preferable) sharp and crisp give me something crisp to chew on the written word is how i know best or - at least - get as close to knowing as ill ever get so i’ve started eating more carrots to remind me - just write
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