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“Is that what we are, princess? A serpent and a songbird?”
“Songbird.” “Serpent.”
“Bloodsinger.” “Love?”
For a wretched moment, I was lost in my songbird.
My damn songbird swatted me away.
“You’ve haunted me, love.
“You know why.”
I love this microtrope.
I’d cross the skies, Songbird.
