04:30
7 words in a sentence.
Five to sooth, two are ambiguous. The mind automatically takes the jab which does not exist.
I wonder as I write this, at half past four on a Thursday morning coming down on speed, whether there is anything perfect.
Or maybe that question makes the concept impossible.
Whether just by the mere questioning of the integrity of a perfect thing it become...
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