"On the tip of her mother tongue , she claims to hold sermons to calm every twitching inner child.
she spoke of the birds
and she spoke of the bees
but when i closed my eyes all that i could see were the wings
and all that i could feel was the sting
from the simple fact
that i lacked
both fight and flight
and the closest that i would ever come to either right would be the act of falling fist first into the face of my forefathers.... and then she told me not to bother.. as if i hadn't already built the alter."-Viviana Atlus- by Breets..
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