poem, kinfeels, -
Water, wash away my pain
Water, wash over my skin.
Take away my past,
Make this cleansing last,
Let not this be in vain.
Water, wash away the veils
Water, wash over my hands
Take away the pain,
Let me grow up again,
But this time with my scales.
Water, wash away like rain
Water, wash over my claws.
Let me grow my tail,
Please don't let me fail,
But rush down through my mane.
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