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everything, regrettably, is paired together with an awfully stubborn connection.
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* she huffs, breath hidden behind veil, amongst
the signs of age upon her face. another huff,
———mn.. how fragile, you remain. could that
blade come to cleave a shackle?
* poison, upon her tounge. yet, she questions.
curious, of progress.
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* a brow raise follows. for the cigarette, or the
kneel. it won't come to be confirmed, anyways.
———ha-ah..
* she exhales at the thought. for one to appear peaceful,
before her shackles self. one imposed by the very same..
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/ keep on wishing to write here but. not 100% that the portrayal will be accurate.
replies will likely come with a few batte replays & rereads, hardly get as much yoru content as araya content.
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* heavy smoke. all, other than the nursefather, to
remain in the room. yet another puff,
———seat yourself, should you wish to speak.
your tounge shall sever, should you waste words.
* her eyes fluttered shut, knelt still. not a glance,
merely waiting.
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* waddling beside. adorned with a pipe in place of
a cigarette, she puffs. further adding to haze,
and coming to rest upon her knees. as usual, silent.
merely glancing at.. ( 🚬 * )
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* feet forever bound, tounge, forever poisoned.
she needn't speak. she needn't breathe,
for solitude hadn't *truly* come to pass, often.
whether it be apprentice or nursefather,
another fetter always came forth, to deny her
peace. (cont. *)
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