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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Gwaihir

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I always try to feel the plump skin split.

But never can, it all happens to quick.

I feel the shove through muscle though, after.

 

There’s something sickly sweet about the smell

The fear hanging limply, my joy and sweat.

 

Silence, and you can hear their organs squish.

I move. No sound. And then I strike.

No ugly screams, just the golden silence.

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