Heh

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I stand there, seeing him just across the room.

A blade tightly gripped in his hand, as he cascaded the moon. 

My breath was short, but I knew there was no time.

He smiled and was being quite a bit sublime.

I ran at him, lifting the blade

I left some work for his maid. 

But something had gone wrong.

Something horrible and strong.

Sent far into my stomach and I die.

But there is no goodbye.

Because that is not the end.

I wake up in my bed.

I have turned human.

And there's nothing worth, the madmen.

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