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It rises where shape forgets its name, born of bone-pale hunger and mute desire, a hymn unformed yet reaching flame, limbs looping through a formless choir. It bends and folds to a secret pulse, neither flesh nor thought, but a blur between, cradling silence with a gentle convulse, a lover’s ghost, or a god unseen. There are no eyes to plead or scorn, no mouth to confess the crimes of clay, only soft arcs where a dream is born, and tangled prayers that cannot stay. It waits in stillness, pure and wide, unlabeled, unclaimed, in its writhing throne — for even monsters must learn to hide the wish to be claimed, to be known.
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It rises where shape forgets its name, born of bone-pale hunger and mute desire, a hymn unformed yet reaching flame, limbs looping through a formless choir. It bends and folds to a secret pulse, neither flesh nor thought, but a blur between, cradling silence with a gentle convulse, a lover’s ghost, or a god unseen. There are no eyes to plead or scorn, no mouth to confess the crimes of clay, only soft arcs where a dream is born, and tangled prayers that cannot stay. It waits in stillness, pure and wide, unlabeled, unclaimed, in its writhing throne — for even monsters must learn to hide the wish to be claimed, to be known.
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