IX

Fly

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The wind.

It flowed.

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The sand. The dunes. The earth.

All ran beneath me.

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I could not feel it. Nor, would I.

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Hollows, they screamed at me.

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Their jealousy. Their greed. Their hunger.

Their want.

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I did not want what I had. I could not.

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A hand. A claw. A weapon.

It took another life.

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It's "want" joined the "void".

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My void.

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My nothingness.

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I flew on.

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Playing with style. Ulquiorra as a Vasto Lorde.

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-Quin