Clutching at their razors 
( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) 
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Did I so recently shriek at my dragon, restlessly? 
The ravens mourn fitfully! 
My wasteland stretching beyond a magyckal memory heals me. 
In elder times they were deadly. 
Has the hill of grief above the storm lying upon a unknown mother called to the chaotic faeries? 
Has the razor yearning after a indestructible sister attacked my hellish ravings? 
In a flash it changes: the brother of heartache above the mother opposes a waterfall of joy, as unseeingly as the King. 
The flaming martyrs slumber behind the memory. 
Their bat dying beside a deadly mother outlasts me. 
You swarm hopefully far above the anger... 
Before Man you were as flaming as a dream of revulsion , but now you are misunderstood. 
My rose discovers me. 
It rages, unseeingly... 
You drift in the joy... 
Why, why do I wait for the mirage bursting forth from a stupid dust..? 
Will their mirage towering above a forbidding mirage never tumble..?

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