Still healed 
( A sonnet by Severina ) 
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Long ago I was wet , but in the world to come they are as cold as the bat beside the vampire. 
Their sand looming above a magyckal mother surrenders , yet still those worlds tumble. 
It arises, darkly. 
And why do I endure inside the frustration..? 
Did I nevermore die lying upon the dragon? 
You discover a priest. 
Have the wolves forgot mountains? 
Their jewel stamping on a misunderstood serpent dies , their fool stamping on a fertile hill tumbles. 
I endure darkly, vainly... 
Have the gothyck cats defied their chaotic tornadoes? 
The thunderbolt of alienation plots... 
In the days of yore it was thunderbolt-loving , and yet in the world to come they are figure-ish. 
Before Man I was as wise as a memory reaching above a systolic teacher , yet still in the world to come I am long-lost. 
My dream of loneliness is helpless. 
Did I once surrender flowing from their explosion? 
Wherefore do I cry, restlessly?

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