Those words, not mine, I covet
These hands, not yours, I feign
If twain should e’er meet and trade places
They’d parley a language, profane
♥
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Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Those words, not mine, I covet
These hands, not yours, I feign
If twain should e’er meet and trade places
They’d parley a language, profane
♥
I’m really excited about this because you use language from another time, and you do so without needing the conspiratorial wink that usually goes with such style.
I enjoy that language because it’s a fast track to a certain frame of mind (and one which I find pleasurable), and it leans heavily on suggestion.
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It must be a result of all the classical music I’ve been listening to while editing 😛
Quick unrelated question: how infuriating would it be if I ended chapter 7 at around 2,500 words? (That comes out to less than half of what I usually post, but you know how much I love cliffhangers, and this spot is practically begging for it…)
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That’d be very infuriating, delightfully so. If it’s a good spot to stop, go for it.
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