Sister Drank
Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the. There is no need to hide your shadow personality from me. I am your shadow now. You are never alone. Never.” Something was dying inside of me: my faith. And while I quietly grieved over the loss, my fallen angel enveloped me in his arms and spread his great dark wings. I couldn’t see them, but I heard them… that loud, sudden flap that sounded like a powerful gust of wind. “Ask yourself something, my sweet,” he said. “Have I taken anything from you?” “No.” “Have I ever forced myself on you?”.
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