Not Your Property
Touch her
make her crack
get close to her
and then attack
Too many lines
intertwine at the
same point
She stands in
the middle of
a storm, inside
a desolate planet,
with them watching
she speaks an unkown
language, as if to say
what was silenced
and be what was
never noticed, her
tongue will
not conform
to what is known,
So let it be known,
She is the one you
have disowned.
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