Written by Emily Harstone | March 7, 2017
Can’t believe I shoplifted this outfit.
The magic boots were worth stealing.
If only I’d leashed him today…
The darkness claws at his chest.
“No, really,” she said. “I’m fine.”
This tongue only spoke of Death!
I tried… Buying a house, impossible.
I’m bound, like a leashed dog.
Death will soon come for us …
At Times nothing makes much sense.
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Can’t believe I shoplifted this outfit.
The magic boots were worth stealing.
If only I’d leashed him today…
The darkness claws at his chest.
“No, really,” she said. “I’m fine.”
This tongue only spoke of Death!
I tried… Buying a house, impossible.
I’m bound, like a leashed dog.
Death will soon come for us …
At Times nothing makes much sense.