Sentenced To Death

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By coax1965

Sentenced To Death Hanged from the gallows of creative writing. Swinging from the gibbit of sentence construction. With grammar that stands on the essence of her voice, the alphabet hung as a necklace around the vocality of her wordy neck. She'd wanted to swallow all the letters in quick succession punctuation as well, but that would have been suicide.

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