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The deer moaned. It's eyes shot blue with blood that never felt the caressing hand of nature. Only the marsh mothered the buck. Where all the filth of wet and dry was swept and tucked away by the Sweeper of Earth's wonderlands.
The centurial dirgewood trees heard the squalls and understood them all too well, but could only shutter with their restricting age. Hideous tailed-frogs with spit made of vex and skin made of BadHat's tongue tried to lilt a lovely chirp and sooth the stag but it cried still. Mosquitos carried to it the blood of the happiest lives in the swamp and spat them into its back. Covered in a shallow red jacket of good spirit it cried and itched louder and colder than ever.
"Why are we here?" the stag yelled.
"Because we're unfit for love? We love each other too much to be unfit. We make the cold wind run when it comes to bring our chills."
They couldnt understand, and the deer knew that.
"I'm just.. so glad I was born a ******** mistake, I'm so happy to be with you all."
In a pestilent mist of sleeping cloud and blue tongue disease, the frayed majesty of the forest stood steady in the murk before his menage. as the scum and the poison crept back into their holes and their muds.