"My darling's a beast, who waits in the yard for the dawn. Where he wails as he feast's, on the roses and all of their thorns. Alas, no voice he has, and a voice he must have for to shout, and a light that is baring such secrets is sure to burn out. I say sleep quiet, sharpen your teeth, and emerge from this body your soul is impounded beneath. Make haste, for your brow is solid steel, if only for a moment more. This life is all you have."
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