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Afoot the tiding septic pull, grounds shake. Shameful, cascades the tainted undertow. Fluffle Puff, tears linger in sullied ache, Like brain-borne amoebas, corruptions flow. Shimmers the once proud bronze statue, submerged, Copper ions now corrode her beauty. Her pink, sweet, innocent, gleeful face, purged. Maybe reason hid her mark of cutie. I grieve, ‘Light can’t echo wounded shadows?’ Yet, lights pulled down beneath the hateful sea. Ignorance eases the mind, I suppose, Still, knowing creeps up on everypony. Though the past dwells in us, forward we move, As weeping grudges have nothing to prove.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
Fluffle Puff: A sad Tale
Afoot the tiding septic pull, grounds shake. Shameful, cascades the tainted undertow. Fluffle Puff, tears linger in sullied ache, Like brain-borne amoebas, corruptions flow. Shimmers the once proud bronze statue, submerged, Copper ions now corrode her beauty. Her pink, sweet, innocent, gleeful face, purged. Maybe reason hid her mark of cutie. I grieve, ‘Light can’t echo wounded shadows?’ Yet, lights pulled down beneath the hateful sea. Ignorance eases the mind, I suppose, Still, knowing creeps up on everypony. Though the past dwells in us, forward we move, As weeping grudges have nothing to prove.
This is a response to the Fluffle Puff diddling history and how the creators' acts have ruined the innocent, beautiful My Little Pony fan series they made.
#sad#rhyme#sonnet#my#little#pony
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
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