"Do I need to be fed?" the eyes asked the mouth, "Do I need imagery to stay alive?" "Would I starve without food?" the mouth then answered "Have a drink!" the eyes rapidly replied "Then do the same" the mouth said "Soak your glare, let the tears roll down to wet my lips I will then swallow you whole, and we will need no more" Beauty nurtured by intertwined lines at times no sound, no sight close by but then again all around
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