Stop being so silent, you fools - he'll hear us and he'll start shouting, and then you'll shake. You'll shake from the stilness so corrupted,, from your tongue so dormant and weak, your lashes untrained, your nails unsharpened. And I will stand there, and as I sympathize, my teeth are laughing, and my throat is parched and my wings are growing. And growing. And heavy, so heavy. And the flames - the magmatic enzymes in my brain - they pour out, and we sink, together, all of me, alone.
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