well worn wings crumble too tired to forgive and too battered to ever forge tI am the labor. I am this. I hang as your beloved hex. I'll bring the nails and fevers of bad dreams. Nail him. Burden her. Kill You. Bury them. It's all the same. Holding your rope . Try to forget me now. Great leveller, the sky tries to forget my name on days like this.
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