Alright, dear one, I'll stretch and groan and at last be full. I'll reach up into my soul, yank twice at it's ethereal innards and demand it find for me a muse.
Alright, dear one, I'll scream and sob and at last be empty. I'll let go of my knees, rise up to my feet, and admit it's time to walk again.
Alright, dear one, alright.
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