Albatross
When the sail had fluttered for the first time, they had thought the winds of melancholia had returned. Chastity had frozen on her dead wings. If there ever was life before this, people sure would've been waiting for the sounds of their heartbeat. But the silence was denser than the sound.
In the eagles that came trailing the smell of mutilating flesh, they found the first signs of life.
In the eagles that came trailing the smell of mutilating flesh, they found the first signs of life.
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