Nibblings.

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This world awoke to the screaming.

People tumbled from their beds, stumbled from their houses, and fell into the sky.

This world,

where the priestesses speak to gods from behind masks,

where there are other realms through mirrors and puddles,

where people can be made from clay

and animals walk as men.

This world,

where I lie dreaming

and singing

and howling–

This world will forever be my love.

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