with shivering hands
and silent footseps,
we are the children of
gore, misery and pain
we turned to wolves
and broke the people who
did nothing but live their lives
in sweetness
we are blunt
and boring little
creatures
who prowl
the outside world
with care
c.s
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
with shivering hands
and silent footseps,
we are the children of
gore, misery and pain
we turned to wolves
and broke the people who
did nothing but live their lives
in sweetness
we are blunt
and boring little
creatures
who prowl
the outside world
with care
c.s
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