cursor by strikeus-likematches
When the sky grows dark, the dead will rise. Decay in their souls and hunger in their eyes. Feasting on ones, unfortunately alive. Who will be next, you or I?
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La Fille- a French haiku by Moi
8:03 pm on Wednesday, September 26, 2012 with 1 note
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