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  • We want our words
    White. We want our words
    Unsullied by the spores
    In yours. We want our every syllable
    As clean and stainless as a tusk.
    What we mean by this, is –
    We don’t want any breath of yours
    To come too close. You may inhale
    Our words, and breathe them out again,
    But they must not be changed.
    Your lungs may not corrupt them.
    Your mouth may not close on them
    Swallow them, but spit them back up
    Like pebbles. Bite down on them,
    And they will break your teeth,
    Or we will do it for you.
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