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tpu 24 Jan 2014 Tag: Murder

A Sky Torn, A Feast For Wolves.

+--+ She writhes. Crowned, sky torn, in suns erring down. Cloaked in wools. Nigh, a feast for wolves. Heart. Beating, fleet, hope, in golden fleece. Drowned, still born in dawn’s redding gown.

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