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| werewolf |
though i say i don't fear death, the plane shakes and my mind is pulled to my heartbeat which says do something, do something, do something. A tyrant paid in breath and blood enslaving all around it, for the service of a master it only sees the hurry footed or fattened messengers of. The long chain of deadskin, afterbirth, semen. The need to shout out as the plane plummets "please god, I am with child! I'm selfish only for you!" |
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