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"Hello" you call unto the black and just and friendly I'd speak back. Yet it's a lie, I only quote that welcoming into my throat. Surely, you think, they're just for show, those fangs you see both high and low and though my heart's as black as night you needn't worry - I won't bite. Rather I'm much like a fairy tale troll swallowing anything that comes to me whole. My skin is thicker than any bruit, yet I haven't life and alone I'm mute. |
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echo, same inflection no sentiment, can't 'say' anything original stalactites and stalagmites pitch black inside motionless anything can go inside wrapped in earth not alive and echo needs a source |
