"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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