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Dragon's breath,
falling leaves scented with my blood,
black water on my lips.
Thirst drying my throat,
claws tearing at my flesh to make scars,
oil staining everything.
The air disappearing from my lungs,
red coloring the forever green.
Can't drink the black,
can't breath the air made of fire,
can't heal the acching scars.
Release me,
beast.
 

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