Ancestors
the trial
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The salope and the madness she induces, meant to be a stepping stone
In which one avoids cessation, failing lust for creation
Scaling the ladder dimension,
With less we are more
Loves union, embodiment of error,
Too pleased by the fauna
Loved orchid grows much further on,
New forms in the zenith
The subtleties of desperation
Their kingdom ends