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born you were in the opening of a magical time.

Myssus Lynne you opened thy eyes wit the knowledge you'd be made mincemeat come morning. Oh, you pressed your young ear against a door. The tings you heard, they changed you. They sunk into you like stingers. They sunk into you.

Lynne, little one, you were privy to ancestral secrets that day.

"Come and we will make a wonderfuller place for the sake of those things we've come to adore" said that lassie whose face has b'come blurred by time.

Myssus Lynne, you afraid?

Your claws, they tell the tale. Lifted scales, tipped scales. One by one. Did you get your thrill now? Did you find what you were lookin for?

They lift'd your head at noon, lady. They dragged you through t'corridors, to the stage for ending worlds. They made you stand. They said:

"Say now, girl, the name of your sin"

But you never met a single sin in your life and when you opened your mouth, oh, they fell out. A goodbye and your puppy.

You giggled like a schoolgirl when chaos ensued.

Tasted the calamity, the sweet absence. You got it even, those truths. The riddles around the core of the born.

Born you were.

When that person whom you've come to love took you away, it was with the hope that they'd preserve some property of innocence in you against all odds. That person cannot see that same innocence in themselves, can they?

As for you- you've known better. Known so much better. Ever since you overheard that conversation.

When no one is looking, you put the puppy in its box and let it press its ear against the lid as you whisper the vile poison words that bloom forever into Lynne.