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perhaps it would be best it remains undefined, should it choose its own. no, the sun's place was defined, a prison of it's own, ruling sky alone. tonight, the stars will dance with the moon. the night, woven and bound together, is as we are, and will be.
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yes... of course. perhaps not a chrysalis, a cocoon. perhaps not vivisected; freed. egg is rested gently onto ground. hands cup wrath's head tilts lightly, temple pressing temple. warm, now.
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of course. it is every bit β you β as the ones cradled in arms, waiting for you to be ready to hold them again. the moon wanes ββ the shadows will depart soon, and once again will her illumination of her land don brilliancy.
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does he need even be included in this? three to one, love, wrath, and... something. an unknowable factor, enigmatic and alluring as the moon. it need not be defined, this, too, would lock it away, what place am i to choose?
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