Cornucopia

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Revenge is so sweet
....punched eyes....
bagged skeins, bruised flesh....
raggedly twisted limbs....
a plethora of ills visited on thine fellow
who caused the crash around yon world
.....Sometimes, scrabbling in the tattered remains...
those remnants spread like a trophy room
...Shining glints of light coruscate off her flesh.....
in the sole moment I can see the plains heave
those Valleys rumble and the rents in the skin
....Make Me yours comes the cry....
Shall she take the first flitting firefly
.....Those corucopiaed smells...
Those wayward lines
......Coddled and graced....
She was a dream never a nightmare
and He wished for that so much

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