The Cold Voice of Metatron

Our obsessions almost killed me, but now here we are, talking like normal human beings

Frisky, most silver, serene -- bright step at the margins of air, you tiny colossus and winsome and master me, easy in sunlight, you gracious one come to me, live in my life

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