Mouth.
Lips, teeth, and tongue. That's what you're constructed out of. You let us breathe, eat, and kiss. You can form smiles and frowns, smirks and grimaces, and even have us puff out our cheeks to make a funny face.
Out of our mouth comes the voice, which holds so much power that I cannot even fathom it. Out can come sweet poetry or destructive vulgarity, something that can make or break relationships.
Remember when I chipped a tooth? That hurt. Remember when I bit the tongue almost all the way through? That shouldn't happen again. So fragile, yet so powerful. You must be used with much control.
Mouth.
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