Angular Slave

I’ll likely never know what it takes to stand naked in the chillier days of March, under a star-strewn sky, pulling a God through a Euclidean plane.

I’ll never know what she felt, working magic she was born to work.

But I do know a slave never forgives its master, and neither will I forgive her.

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