Jul 2015
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On a night where your teeth left indents on my soul,
I let the peak of my love ***** out the moon.
In the dark I'm pretty sure there are black needles,
poised at my throat.
You're not a dog of war,
It never suited you anyways.
But this means I cannot call you
My Wolf Girl.
Oh no you see,
I am an outcast in the brewing of a ******.
I'm sorry.
I'm coming home, Addison.
Being lost isn't so hard after all when I can't make out the letters on your tomb.
It's alright.
I don't belong here.
But patience is all I have left now.
.
On a night where your teeth left indents on my soul,
I let the peak of my love ***** out the moon.
In the dark I'm pretty sure there are black needles,
poised at my throat.
You're not a dog of war,
It never suited you anyways.
But this means I cannot call you
My Wolf Girl.
Oh no you see,
I am an outcast in the brewing of a ******.
I'm sorry.
I'm coming home, Addison.
Being lost isn't so hard after all when I can't make out the letters on your tomb.
It's alright.
I don't belong here.
But patience is all I have left now.
.
I'm sorry Lycan.
© Copywrite Skaidrum
© Copywrite Skaidrum
(The Basalisk's Chambers)
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