V. THE ROSE DISCOVERS SHE IS AN INSTRUMENT OF WAR
lydia martin, resident banshee.
i. the pain says, i have come for you, and you say, you are too blinding, i do not want to look.
ii. your soul is a wall of thorns. the pain says, what can i do for you? you say, nothing. this is a dream from which i know i will wake.
iii. your heart is a wall of stormclouds. the pain says, i will lend you my shoulders and my hands. you say, i don't have the strength in me to touch anyone yet.
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