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[grauwulf]

rain drops,
falling ever faster,
cold fire ignites from the liquid heat,
hope or desperation,
I guess it depends on whoes it is,
a soul in flight lands to taste the blood of ghia,
tracked and traped in a loving snare,
so warm so comfortable,
the strong wings of independance take on athrophy,
weakened by the warmth,
how I wish I could fly again.