Pictionary

If I were an analphabet, I would typify myself as a valley, accentuated with a mutable lawn, busty decor of regal flowers covering the decadent book and thesaurus ready to jump at any momemts notice. I would use the best piercing, bright shining letters I could find in the dictionary and make a sitcom of chatty words that would silently parachute on paper, the ones way up there humorously sedating the phrases cocooned in flashdrives ready to be printed. Snitching on the thesaurus it wasn’t as Google would say, don’t call me by my name, embracing the pitiable paragraph about an engraved picture, it was but a music note it wasn’t either.
©️Angela Aguiar

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