Attempted updates at the whim of the moon from the adventures of a queer on a quest to find themself and save the world.
Fight me with clipped claws
And wooden swords
Let's play-joust like six year olds
Fight me with the kindest insults you can conjure
Fight me with honey wine
And sunshine on pillowed grass
Fight me in graceful steps and
We'll call it dancing
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