i crave silence.
i eat it (sometimes with it).
i bathe in it (i could preserve water).
i breathe it in, and must breathe it out.
i live in it.
words are not damned here
but provoked to stampedes
or sentenced to death
but at least it was,
and may potentially continue to be.
silence,
death knell or midwife-
how may i help you?
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