Accented voices
interrupted the starry pitch
& Reilly whispered,
"Holy ****
don't light 'em up,
use your blade instead."
And we did quickly,
buried them to the hilts,
sticky warmth ran swiftly
through my fingers
& we heard thud thud.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
Accented voices
interrupted the starry pitch
& Reilly whispered,
"Holy ****
don't light 'em up,
use your blade instead."
And we did quickly,
buried them to the hilts,
sticky warmth ran swiftly
through my fingers
& we heard thud thud.
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