Wolf Looking Sheep
What's that behind your back?
When you fall,
and fall you will,
i will make sure of it.
Fall upon your stomach
so that i may retrieve
my knife.
The taste of wild cherries
spill down my crooked lips...
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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