Goths
break stride.
"Poetry and gummi worms should be fat-free."
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flesh borne of such pale clarity | surely
be a sign of the Fiend’s guidance
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for in the light, the very substance
that withered | on this slight frame was once nothing more than drab clay
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the thirteenth screamed “Derision !”
all in one force | even as kin they could not recognize this alien purity
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my longest wings sprouted free and of
solemn crystal at the tips | slithered past the Curse I stood at last
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rooted fast to Gaia as my lower half
was smote | a column of salt and this frail heart burst into smoke
tether’d
to such truth, lies wither, and the forgiven past wanes
My Lord saw it fit to welcome this sinner back, cleansed of shame
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unto Elysian glades, the torture ends
| from out of shadow, and the beginning of the Day calls out my name
A
sweeping cloud of black. Compiled plastic, lace and circuitry.
The one in the full length duster chuckles low in an outcast accent.
"Somebody
put these low-borns outta theah Misery."
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word. So's READ. Here, chew on this:
57501: They danced with
distance | Princess twitch madman poet | Invisible hearts. |