I am writing what other writers only thought they wrote. Sixteen thousand four hundred and ninety. Sixteen thousand four hundred and ninety one. My life is a complete fragment of yours. Sixteen thousand four hundred and ninety two sixteen thousand four hundred and ninety three.
Poetry is value.
Sixteen thousand four hundred and ninety seven sixteen thousand four hundred and ninety eight. Now more than ever. Sixteen thousand four hundred and ninety nine. Sixteen thousand five hundred and four. He and she and it.