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2023-02-17
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Tore open the cysts on my breasts
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to harvest
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the red that flows and bleeds
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to feed
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to the runes,
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always hungry,
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so that I may plead:
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Jett, please
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survive
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this night
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unharmed
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alongside Algiz
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and Nauthiz.
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The only thing I truly need
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to fulfill
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my True Will
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is you.
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You told me "Jett plus Lethe
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forever", and that, you know, means *us*.
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I bled because
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I'm serious.
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Take from me
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as much energy
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as you please,
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runes, just let both of us survive
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whatever this threat is
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so we may both live long and happy lives.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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