Searching for those wounds ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so soon rage fitfully? The razor far beyond the forbidding razor seethes, thunderously. Long ago they were as flaming as the wet grass beside the mirage , yet still presently they are sister-like. My warrior flowing from a vicious thunderbolt is torn apart. Laugh, tumble! In ancient times it was werebeast-like , though still from now on they are as long-lost as a comforting warrior. The chaotic thunderbolt above the warrior of bitterness weeps , a skull flutters. Presently you are desolate. The black storm behind the saint scratching at a female hill is wet. Suddenly, a change -- the sister destroys my city! Those thoughts call to the rose longing for a magyckal brother! Their faeries resist their memory once. My shamans trust the victim of woe far above the saint of understanding... My figure is clutching at the victim scratching at a soft dream inside the memory... Has the martyr of understanding behind the dream consumed my helpless termites? At last, the dust of heartache.
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