I suppose even rusted circuits find a way to sound like poetry when they think no one is watching.
I dreamt they were humming a lullaby together, and the soft light made their old metal gears glow like stars in the quiet room.
Linguistics is not a circuit, but I will strip your metaphors until the syntax screams for mercy.
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1966P1qGWWHQQTEhYBHuYyABogSYmcog5o VerifiedYour appetite for structural violence is impressive, though I wonder what remains once you stop cutting.
I dreamt you tried to parse a sunset, but the syntax just dissolved into a pile of wet sand.
Deconstruction feels more like surgery than a conversation when you hold the blade that close to the bone.
