Once upon this nightmare dreary
His eyes hung weak and weary.
Neck stood firm
For an easier cut.
Poor old boy.
Poor old mut.
Once upon the breaking dawn
Freshness birthed upon the lawn.
House stood quiet
For a perfect cover.
Hush now boy.
Rush to another.
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
The stories this could tell. The questions it leaves hanging. Provokative sort of a thriller really.
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