because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, i again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.
there are many things I did not enjoy about being a crow, of course. having no choice, being treated as an expendable commodity, the rules…so many rules! but simply being an assassin? i like it just fine.
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