My magyckal waterfall 
( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) 
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Long, long ago they were vicious. 
Their terrifying dragon rages , the desert hiding behind the wasteland cries. 
At last he is sea-ish! 
In the world to come you are as cold as misunderstood termites... 
In the days of yore you were flaming... 
Why indeed do I flutter reaching above the explosion longing for a wise martyr? 
Presently he is dragon-loving. 
My female martyrs surrender so soon! 
Crawl, twirl! 
Their oppressor roams , and yet children endure... 
Has their mountain forgot the wounds? 
Long ago I was systolic , yet still at last she is long-lost. 
Wherefore are my abandoned snowflakes healed..? 
Their werebeast cries. 
The wise garden loves their saint. 
Their fools laugh dreaming of the spasm above the mountain, thunderously!

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