Oct 2015
My precious, captive swan
Don't do this.
And your wingspan is no more?
I was his first!
And you'll be mine last!
He stripped the skin, the kickstand was made of meat and bones. Kicked with words and meaning. But the fawn of the day would come for me.
Love, let the water guide you!
And let this rake violate you?
Let the her amber wings fly!
Not before you let her cry!
The forest queen, shall be no more!
And so? Your heart is now sore."
Don't do this.
And your wingspan is no more?
I was his first!
And you'll be mine last!
He stripped the skin, the kickstand was made of meat and bones. Kicked with words and meaning. But the fawn of the day would come for me.
Love, let the water guide you!
And let this rake violate you?
Let the her amber wings fly!
Not before you let her cry!
The forest queen, shall be no more!
And so? Your heart is now sore."
a story about a girl and her captor
(texas)
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