you're sat beneath a willow tree, your head leaning against its bark as your wings lay folded gently behind your back in rest, their soft feathers glimmmering in the moonlight as we speak. i soon crouch down in front of you with a twisted look in my eyes, a sinister smile playing on my lips. You know i always wondered what would happen if i did this... my hand moves so fast that you barely feel the dagger which is now piercing your heart, my eyes trail over your pale face, your look of shock
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