.And to sharpen my claws,
Is to ask of my thorns
To grow out of me, inside
And sew me to the ground.
Static and blue tongued,
I worry very well.
how all around
Is breathing death.
I will weave my towers high.
And all of us, we'll climb.
Setting forth, from .
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