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Cadaver`s Tail: The First Glimpse of Kindness
Cadaver`s Tale: The First Glimpse of Kindness Teaser
"Oooh," said the curious white mare, "What's in here?"
As the white mare with a golden mane with deep blue eyes walked up to the basket covered in a blanket she grew all the more curious. She paused in mid step as something under the blanket moved. At that, she quickly walked up to the basket and pulled the blanket off.
"Oh dear oh dear oh dear," she said to herself, not noticing the wings on the baby foal, "Who would such a horrible thing?"
She started to take the baby out of the basket, taking off the blindfold and the other bindings. When she did, that's when she saw the wings flutter a little. Now she understood why.
"Oh my," said in a sad tone, "Even if he is different it is still no reason to do this, and to a foal none the less."
When she finished taking off all the bindings the foal looked up at the white mare; a scared look on its face. Right then she hugged him and decided that she was go
Cadaver`s Tail: The Beginning part 4 (The letter)"Castile,
I told you that we should've gotten rid of it. I did this because I did not want to remember what it showed me. I will miss you and I am sorry for leaving you this way, I hope you will do the right thing. I will let you decide what you think that is. When I woke up I saw that it did to you what it did to me, so you know what it does, please do not hate me for what I did but I just couldn't stay the same mare you loved after the horrors I saw. I`m so sorry.
I must thank you.You spread lies with your silver tongue
You deceive like the succubus you are
I wish not to waste the breath in my lungs
But you make it difficult not to.
Oh how I wish to make you see
To open your eyes
To show you what you've done to me,
First you made me happy
But then you made me hurt,
In the end that you do not see
You made me happy once more
Yes it is true.
When you did what cannot be undone
I must thank you for leaving my life
Since then I have seen the light behind the clouds,
You were the final piece in the puzzle that let me see
Not everyone is who they say they are,
And that very few can be trusted in this world.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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