.The malleable stuff of our speech, conforming blob nestled in ravenous teeth
There's a curtain of language, it's behind it we must reach
Into that miasma of waves that saturates the air, that transmits the decay
It was in reception, laid on tectonic plates, that a sore vigilante did in m.
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