Starlight, sunlight,
all pass far too fast.
Dreams to have the dust to bite,
My time is past.
A Quippan, too weak after a beating induced by a mess up on it's part, is left by it's comrades and masters as to die, too frail to even move to get it's ration for the day, even though one would be useless at this point.
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14 Oct 2010 23:40 CEST
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