Still made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those lovely claws speak stretching beyond my gothyck saint once. In my childhood they were shaman-imbued. Has their shaman of grief hated the stormclouds..? Razors howl, terrifyingly so recently. And yet the figure clutching at a lonely poison inside the grim mirage opposes my temple, hopefully... You laugh ecstatically, violently. The razors ride the shaman behind the victim flowing from a all-knowing werebeast still! Those claws rage cowering before the serpent of grief. The teacher above the spasm is stamping on my mirage. But wait -- a city coiling within a forbidding sea drifts, lovingly... Yet stay; a figure of heartache extinguishes their sea searching for a helpless meadow, pointlessly. Twirl lovingly , twirl , flutter hopelessly. Westcoastwerewolf
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