(About Beatrice Kuwadorian)
listen carefully to her.
Hear her weeping in the cold wind.
If her heart stops beating will you still remember her after her long fall?
Do what you did. Leave her all alone with her shattering universal screaming.
Why can't you be quick and help her?
Can you not hear the fearless wolf hungry for more of her sickest paranoias?
Each bite into her ripe flesh like a peach.
It's all because of him.
It's all about him.
The wolves tongue swallows her pride.
The Golden Witches weeping still haunts the island thoughts and prayers.
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