You are a word. I build a whole sentence, paragraph and a world so as to use you.
You are sound that I can taste and throw from the tip of my tongue.
I keep you safe in my memory and make you grow in my imagination.
I create and recreate you faster than I do myself. Or is it I I recreate when when I build and rebuild you? Is it you who had me all along?
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