My Shadow Follows You

𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱



if your heart could host

any more of me,

it'd soon grow weary

and spill out.

 

I used to be an angel,

but my feathers fell off.

demonic eyes.

the cold hand.

 

 

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