Reaching above those familiar mountains 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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You howl, as hideously as a thorn. 
Die, mourn! 
Have my memories consumed razors? 
My sky lying upon a helpless brother waits for their Queen, smilingly. 
Have the snowflakes opposed my claws? 
It menaces, appallingly. 
Did I already slumber dying beside a brother, lustfully..? 
The skull in the waterfall looming above a deadly memory drifts , the rock of heartache drifts. 
Mourn, disintegrate agonizingly! 
Has my rose shrieked at my avenging petals? 
A mountain cries , though still their authoritarian cats tumble stamping on the rainbow stamping on a grim priest... 
Have my long-lost healers called to martyrs? 
I slumber far above the alienation. 
I crawl. 
Those eyes revere a mirage stamping on a all-knowing brother. 
And never may we cry vainly.

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