.
She was a,
Slow dying flower,
In the frost killing hour,
The moon we'd devour,
The sweet turning sour….
She’d wilt when he came,
The shadows weren’t the same,
And who’d be the blame
Of the frost killing hour.
What are these,
cold pebbles of
an infected love?
The slow dying flower,
in the frost killing hour,
the sweet turning sour,
& untouchable.
.
Jack frost sings
to wolf girl as she sleeps.
Little does he know she has insomnia,
little does he know she's
not sleeping.
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