Every night I wake
To scratching against the window.
The demonic trees reach and grasp
For my presence as the glistened
Panes repel them away
until one day, they
break.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC
Every night I wake
To scratching against the window.
The demonic trees reach and grasp
For my presence as the glistened
Panes repel them away
until one day, they
break.
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