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How quickly our teeth become pearly gates, damning ourselves to some unspoken fate. Hold them closed and water may leak from the sleeping waterfalls above. Speak too swiftly or too soon, and drown everyone else. The sloppy, slippery words rushing into their ears, choking them as they breathe in anticipation of speech.

Do we drown in silent secrets or in the currents we create with the dams that we break?