An old story: boy meets girl, boy sleeps with girl, boy never calls. Worlds divided by empty words.
The words were dark, making his heart wrench. He drove his fist into the other man, driven by rage.
As they they lay there, he said many things. But in the end, his words were as empty as his heart.
Words, ties which bind us to forever. Clouds floating in Machiavellian glee. New concepts absorbed.
Born of sentences. Stung by words. Eviscerated by paragraphs. Reformed by phrases. Vaguely dubious.
As she walked home, the stars exploded with words. She couldn't believe she'd met a pleasant person.
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