Skulle hjälpa en bekant att skriva allitterationer häromdagen. Han tröttnade efter ett tag, men jag hade svårt att sluta. Framförallt som det inte fanns något krav på sammanhang, det skulle bara vara grammatiskt korrekta meningar.
She seeks silence, solitude, salvation. Starving, she sighs. Serenity strikes souls. Scatters seeds, serves singers. Sand sweeping, servants shouting. Sally smiles supportingly; she’s sorting sorrows. some searches stopping softly. She’s sparkling. Sleep seems suddenly so significant. Still, she’s sending sadomasochistic signs, seemingly supporting.
September. So surprising. Silly singing. Sunny smoke, scarlet sky. She scratches scars, smiling silently. Such sudden sinking. She seeks it. Sinking sorrows seem sufficiently selfdestructing. Surrender so seldom. Sometimes, severity’s stopping selfishness… Still, she’s singing silent songs. Sand sleep sweeping speech.
Syracuse’s seen surrender. She’s spoken, she’s screamed.
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Åh. Alliterationer. som att trolla med ord.