She was nothing they would ever forget:
Ruthless as a tempest;
A racing fire's allure.
She was loyal.
Her greater purpose awaited.
And she would fulfill.
☾︎☀︎︎☽︎
{omnia iam fiant quae posse negabam}
~
[everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now]
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Poetry[ON HOLD/EDITING] "For the greater good, always." "Is it really?" "What are you implying?" "I'm just saying, Nivea, maybe someone else's greater good is never yours." "Fuck off, Odair." "With pleasure." ~or...
