With the last feather he plucked imbrued in her bleeding heart,
she squiggled a farewell note on the r i v e n vellum of
love, wriggled her way to the door of oblivion with
hands full of cleaved feathers hoping to
flutter anew
she squiggled a farewell note on the r i v e n vellum of
love, wriggled her way to the door of oblivion with
hands full of cleaved feathers hoping to
flutter anew
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