"No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim."

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With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow.

— Paul Celan