so even when I can not speak in second person. If silence that circulates in my dismembered members could warn me with every movement caused by wind, translating them into vain thoughts, but I have words that have stitched my lips, let me just make sounds that not even manage to roll over beyond my mouth. I say screaming like a faint voice: Even on some things that you leave more debris in this blind way, so this is no time to rest but to prepare for the next removal.
Aszeta
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