I woke up on one, I did you know, and now, confronted, what is thus is so.
Ah well, oh no.
Ah well, oh no.
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
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Once upon a time a fox, then someone else. It's dark corridors, the soft susurrus of footfalls, doors best left closed if only because the behind is worse than the end of time. The bulwark is thick, granite and ash, dirt and grime, looming gravity, night finally overthrown by morning shine.
Daylight. The vampire that's taken control hates it. Fuck.
It's the world's turn Vic. Physics dontcha know.
Daylight. The vampire that's taken control hates it. Fuck.
It's the world's turn Vic. Physics dontcha know.
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