We score the sentence. He was adjective. Disregard Wittgenstein. The barn is across the way.
The arcade is on fire. The bread rising until it stops and then begins to harden. You again? Our focus is on co-occurrence.
The last poem I wrote before you died began in the living room. One removes all personal reference. Certain words will tell you all you need to know. He hung himself in there and it wasn't pretty.
Here at last? You woke us early to see the barn burning. Memory is toxic. The new can never be repeated.
Verbs receive less attention than nouns. Capitalism would suffer less. I learned to cook wolves with you. I believe.
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