“Come back little raven and bite my face.”
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I thought I was really in it. In it, you know? Like, in tune with the movement, with She. I was working towards Her return, doing what was asked of me. Had been since I was sixteen-damn-years old. Bought in. Completely.
See? See what I mean? You have to come back. You have to tear me apart. Come back, little raven and bite my face. You ow
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