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Post by twistedangel on Jun 25, 2017 14:53:07 GMT -5
Outside the Wolf howls claws drumming upon glazing Breaking me peace....spine-chill
Hold onto me own truth as a mother does a new born Fear the door is insecure
Images of Jack upon the other side
To run or stand are no choices for either way all that I become must die Is Karma the Wolf an I but the little pig?
Rout in me own dirt
To roll in greener grasses To breathe azure skies To taste the good life....I lied an cheated for it all
Me little house on the prairie Built on straw Now the Wolf cometh
An I'm petrified of the fall
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Post by twistedangel on Jun 27, 2017 2:19:24 GMT -5
Oops wos meant to be breathe lol...all changed
The title on me first draft wos kinda apt...not for just the theme but the actual write totally sucked lol...i edited as i typed it up on here :-)
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