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Paean

When life is full in my throat, I pray with an embryonic want. I hear the needs of the innocent and dragons, they do not seem so different to me. The plaintive calls of the lost, the tigers panting bruit are not so different. I am what the egg wants. I want a pulsating engine that crashes through the tangle of this worlds face. I want a hammer-bright orison to challenge with a shell-breaking voice.

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