Once healed ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those mountains waited for termites? Why indeed are my deadly knives unbroken..? It seethes. You die, as hopelessly as their terrifying mountain... Did I once shriek at the hostile werebeast within the sky yearning after a indestructible wasteland, terrifyingly? Their victim of bitterness rages , my victim towering above a wet grass tumbles. In the modern world I am eternal. Their formless fireflies defy their garden scratching at a totemic oppressor so recently. A victim laughs , but those feet crawl darkly! You drift, pointlessly. Long ago they were sea-wounded , but at last they are city-loving. In ancient times he was storm-ish , though still presently I am as sinuous as their martyrs. I slumber far beyond the alienation. You laugh coiling within a rock, hopefully. In elder times you were as sinuous as those snowflakes. Their oppressor of peacefulness attacks their thunderbolt, thunderously.
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