She approaches death with cool desire.
She dreams of the day that
she can fall into deaths arms,
and curl up like a cat.
Her dire wish is not to suffer
through the same day again,
and again and again.
She cannot look ahead.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
She approaches death with cool desire.
She dreams of the day that
she can fall into deaths arms,
and curl up like a cat.
Her dire wish is not to suffer
through the same day again,
and again and again.
She cannot look ahead.
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