a whisper to shatter glass/ a pressure so great i heard the Heaven's gasp
a depthcharge to sink this Island/ a noise so loud a thousand flail their limbs and will it to end
a firm hand sober/ a finger on the bridge of my nose, a child born five hundred times wouldn't get it right like you have/ wouldnt get it right at all/ would amount to less than half.
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