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| misstree |
they might as well be lion tamers, for their ability to reach deep into toothy maw and stroke sentitive spots just so, the way that things inside of armor melt against my will, the way i can see what it would be like, such caring, such a proper pack, and so much fun, and i'm grinning, backing over a cliff while brittle once-broken bones lunge to stop me, but their grip is dusty, and the breeze swelling under me is warm and sweet, and i'm betting it will carry me a while in bliss worth every broken bone that might be after. |
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