Awkward, that’s a word that’s always fascinated me. As it kind of reads how it looks, awkward.
I think there’s a word for that. I should really look it up, as if there is,
the vocabulary escapes me, or maybe I’m thinking of onomatopoeia, which doesn’t apply to here, awkward, that’s a word I know though, as you read my thoughts or fictions as reality.
Greet me, and bury your own.

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