Flood on Soddom
Autor: Ana Flora de So... on Saturday, 11 April 2015
So,
You came by
Your mind's default to
Peek at my
Sculpted
Salted
Corpse.
You run to safe
And left me gaze
At what I had
And what made you
Scared.
Cry with me
A little phrase
For I want a life of
My own to praise.
We're not
Moving on,
We're
Just walking
Throughout
The days
until
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