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Words are not born of silence,
They are born of breath.
Poetry cannot exist in a vacuum,
It requires molecules in close proximity,
And agitation,
A spirit that moves
And causes movement.
The world was not born of silence,
It was born of breath,
In the beginning was the Word,
And ever since,
From breath to word,
From word to flesh,
This is how we populate the voids.

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