left by the lakeside
pierced by the devil's spear
a human heart, still panting
as cold and passionate as the dawn
she who’s a soulless child
out for a walk by the lake
picks it up and tucks it between her ribs
she feels whole now
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
left by the lakeside
pierced by the devil's spear
a human heart, still panting
as cold and passionate as the dawn
she who’s a soulless child
out for a walk by the lake
picks it up and tucks it between her ribs
she feels whole now
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