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Rated: 18+ · Appendix · Emotional · #849585
soon cleansed and away
Chains broken,
off are they.
Wings long not used,
flight forgotten and fear lurks,
above and everywhere it be.

Shell of experienced dread and turmoil encase, leaving a helpless beastly bitch to wait and hunger for sustenance never to come for anger pushes back and into the stomach of she,
the dreaded one;
overpowering strength making impotence hers.
"Fuck you,
thou cunt."
Take exit and along as you go take your chums indecision,
and wistful memory as well.

Nothing to do but disavow your existence and watch the sure circling of your tail,
lower and lower,
rescind into the drain pit from whence you come.

Win not shall you for even as thoughts thought and words written do those wings adorning me find themselves,
exercising for departure.
Off, away.

Oh, sweetness of cool clouds covering.
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