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They conjoin to discuss her
infamous journeys
as she wanders daily through the wild.
It
must mean something, just where is she going?
Something mercurial
is possessing this childe.
With intentions, she creeps into
cavities,
looking for a fit that could hold her right.
She's
cursed to search the world over
with a soul to large or skin too
tight.
They talk about the places that she lay;
in beds
not her own,
but they don't bother to see
she always sleeps
alone
They chase her from slumberlost
with their animal
fear and their claws
back to the overgrown demonic wilde
into
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